Whisper Edition Benefit Auction for Rocking the Boat

Whisper Editions

I am very pleased that one of my photographs from Darien, Georgia has been selected to be auctioned off September 21 in New York at the Whisper Editions Lodge to benefit the awesome local charity Rocking the Boat along with the work of many talented and well known artists.

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Please reach out if you are interested in publishing the full story "Raised in the River," for the password to view the full Photo Essay, up on the site now.

Grace in Adventure

British Columbia, Canada

After years in sports, I know that showing up is not enough.  In fact the physical is the easy part, it is the mental, the mental management of the physical that is the key to it all, to performance, endurance and enjoyment.

And I had the pleasure of spending some time adventuring in the Canadian pacific northwest late this spring and was reminded that in back country sports, with a longer outlook, showing up with a combination of strength and grace is key.  I could not gut out these sports with my usual burst of energy, and use recovery days for sore muscles.  Rather on a paddling camp trip, on days after biking and hiking days, I needed to find a place in inner calm and really settle into each stroke, and be in the moment.  My impatience would not serve me. 

Instead it was a lesson in finding beauty in the moment and just being there in each paddle stroke, not considering the next one, or recalling the last.  If I worried or wondered too much, I would frustrate myself and burn energy. 

It was literally spatially constrained meditation, and was it stunning once I found the zen in it.  Soaring pine forested mountains, topped by retreating snows high over salty fjord waters lapped with kitten paw waves whipped up by the sunset breezes. One night we watched the shifting palette of sunset mark time passing and distance gained across the fjord, as we slowly paddled towards the fading light and camp.

And skiing in 75' weather high above the chilly Pacific winding through the waterways between the islands and the Straight of Georgia, well, it was heaven, let's be perfectly clear.  But it also again took a mental calm combined with cardio, to work through the heat and the excitement I felt about all the beauty to pace myself, in terms of energy, enthusiasm, and even hydration.  I couldn't "blow out my hip-flexors" as people tend to do, if I wanted to come back for many runs over many days of earning my turns, skinning laps. 

And in order to bring energy to the downhill I brought joy to the uphill, loving the duality of the work up and then flow down, which only make turns, and beers in between that much cooler and sweeter.  I am hooked on this mode of skiing, meditation muscle and flow!

And in a bigger sense, with my genetic gifted migraines picking up significantly under the load of my mothers illness these last few years, I am intensely reminded of the joy, and blessing, of a healthy able body, the feeling of sweat pouring down my back, my lungs working in concert with my legs, my core and my back straining in balance, as my arms swing in cadence with my feet, and pulling me up a mountain, across a sound, or (god help me) up and down a mountain bike trail. 

These are gifts not to be taken for granted, and the ability to play in the great outdoors is by no means a given.  So even when I get cramps on a run and settle into the fact that the aches and pains are the good kind, the healthy and alive kind, man, do I want to do this kind of fully alive living every day, every hour. 

Our physicality is the ultimate escape, and the great outdoors the best playground we will ever find!  So until next time, body - and by that, I mean tomorrow...

A weekend of Weddings and Vermonting

Woodstock, Vermont

 If you are looking for me, I will be moving in next week, and I will be on the dock behind the barn reflecting on life, and the mountains reflection on the pond, in this perfect Woodstock Vermont estate, a mix of classic New England modern and heritage, designed and intertwined seamlessly.  I am in love!

If you are looking for me, I will be moving in next week, and I will be on the dock behind the barn reflecting on life, and the mountains reflection on the pond, in this perfect Woodstock Vermont estate, a mix of classic New England modern and heritage, designed and intertwined seamlessly.  I am in love!

 FH Gillingham and Son's is a 130 year old General store.  I Love general stores, not because I want everything in them (per se) but more because I adore the quirky and extensive mix of "genuine," local and lifetime guaranteed products.  I want to live a life amidst such character, charm and utility. 

FH Gillingham and Son's is a 130 year old General store.  I Love general stores, not because I want everything in them (per se) but more because I adore the quirky and extensive mix of "genuine," local and lifetime guaranteed products.  I want to live a life amidst such character, charm and utility. 

 First course at the  Jackson House Inn,  my description will not do Rick and Kathy's artistry justice (breaded goat cheese, micro greens and chutney, all locally made and sourced)

First course at the Jackson House Inn, my description will not do Rick and Kathy's artistry justice (breaded goat cheese, micro greens and chutney, all locally made and sourced)

 Second course of one day breakfast at the  Jackson House Inn  (again, roughly, local peaches, foraged ramps, house cured old world bacon, on corn cakes corn meal ground locally.)  Every day the meal is totally different and seasonal.  Needless to say this award winning Inn would be worth staying at for the breakfast alone!

Second course of one day breakfast at the Jackson House Inn (again, roughly, local peaches, foraged ramps, house cured old world bacon, on corn cakes corn meal ground locally.)  Every day the meal is totally different and seasonal.  Needless to say this award winning Inn would be worth staying at for the breakfast alone!

    "We shall not cease from exploration,      and the end of all our exploring,     will be to arrive where we started     and know the place for the first time.                                        - T. S. Eliot -

   "We shall not cease from exploration,
     and the end of all our exploring,
    will be to arrive where we started
    and know the place for the first time.
                                       - T. S. Eliot -

 We all just stared at the MG in awe, and in the golden hour light, it all looked like a timeless dreamy moment.  Perfection.

We all just stared at the MG in awe, and in the golden hour light, it all looked like a timeless dreamy moment.  Perfection.

 Photograph of us getting Cris out the door, brides maids, casual in color and classic Italian flower girls, taken by the talented Italian photographer,  David Bozzalla .

Photograph of us getting Cris out the door, brides maids, casual in color and classic Italian flower girls, taken by the talented Italian photographer, David Bozzalla.

 The classy newlyweds made a classic exit.  So much love and joy to these two.

The classy newlyweds made a classic exit.  So much love and joy to these two.

Thursday Throwback-Buffalo Ridge

I bowled the ball, bocce style, for my slightly myopic dog across the dirt lot of the only store in Buffalo Ridge, South Dakota.  The pumps of the defunct gas station were so bleached out they looked like they hadn’t been used in 50 years, and there was not a human in sight.  It was early October but the 40 mile an hour wind whipped up the 34’ air to a cutting chill that made memories of surfing on a perfect New England Indian summer afternoon a few days earlier seem like a figment of my imagination.

I had my doubts about trying to cross the vastness of South Dakota, which seemed as uncharted and mysterious as a vast body of water, in the rising darkness, on half a tank of gas.

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