Outbreak at Sea

Spring 2015 marked the end of the MV Explorer as the floating campus for Semester at Sea. The departure of this once great ship from the program is still riddled with questions, I went in deep cover to find out the truth. 

Early on fire was told to be our biggest fear on the ship. But with my infinite loop of a fire place on my laptop fire seemed like an obsolete danger like polio. What were they hiding from us? My quest for the truth kept brining me back to one word, wanderlust. What was this wanderlust and why did everyone have it? Was this the contagious decease that brought the MV Explorer to its early retirement? 

Speaking with an member of the health staff Dr. Joshep a Bank I learned its true dangers. "Wanderlust is relatively benign. Where the danger is a combination of stickittothemanniosious. And once we saw that we knew the ship was in for rough waters. None of us in the medial or affordable mens formal wear industry had seen anything like it" A student, Austin, first began showing signs of this after his travels in India. Spending time hanging out the back of trucks, hitchhiking, and sleeping in strangers homes he was primed to bring back a dangerously high level of contagious wanderlust and stickittothemanniosious. 

The crew knew they needed to act. Desperately they came up with a draconian plan, Austin's luscious locks had to go. I had my camera there to capture the madness. 

Continued below. 

It didn't work. Students continues their wild adventures 

Knowing there was no more options they had to ditch the Explorer. Stickittothemanniousis and wanderlust had formed a mutated virus so contagious that nothing could stop it. Maybe with the new ship order will be restored. But hopefully not ;)  

Happy April Fools!

St. Patricks day, a Blizzard, and my Camera...

St. Patricks day, a time to honor the patron saint of Ireland in one of the most both Irish and collegiate way possible: painting the sidewalk with your liquid lunch (and for some breakfast and dinner). This holiday was not taken lightly in the rather un-Irish Boulder. But non the less, the green came out and the beer went down on March 17th, and the weekend before, and even the weekend after, this one got stretched out a bit. In elementary school if you didn't wear green you got pinched. But if you were not decked out in bright kelly green in college then you faced far worse than a pinch, no entry to the party. I took full advantage of people's excited state to take some portraits of this years St. Patrick's day participants with my trusty camera was in hand.  

Why mountains are the greatest

There are many reasons I love mountains, some reasons more humorous than others. I used to have the strong belief mountains were just giants that had curled up and where taking a lengthy nap. Of course this lead to many unanswerable questions, mostly relating to digestion and the solid by-product of said digestion (rivers where pee, obviously). But more realistically I love mountains because they are just huge. They are these massive pieces of our earth that I can do all my favorite things in. Ski down, hike up, look at the sky, breath thin air, and they have always a sanctuary for the fridges. 

Zomia, the legendary un-governable swath of mountainous terrain in South East Asia represents the ultimate fridge society mountains harbor. John Green even said that this same principle was a factor in weed legalization on Rocky Mountain high Colorado... yet another tick in the pro-mountain column. 

I usually am quite against the type of photography that involves, "oh look a pretty thing lets snap a picture." But while trekking in the Himalaya, skiing in Utah and now living in Colorado I have come to the realization that sometimes something is just too beautiful not to click a photo of. And of coarse trying desperately to have some artistic input into the images as well.

Deleting my favorite photos

Taking photos has come in direct conflict with the limited space on my hard drive, not to be eased by a need for high quality, huge RAW files. After deleting every superfluous movie, word file, and even the occasional MP3 (all songs are on the internet right??) my hard drive has won. Now I must remove my beloved photos. Don't worry (not that you were) they are all double backed up on an external. 

Scrolling through these soon to be gone photos there is a certain type of image I see frequently in the catacombs of my lightroom collection. A photo of my friends in a moment that can never be repeated. Not a photo that can curry many likes on instagram or a photo that will sell in a gallery, not that many of my photos do... These photos are my favorite because they freezes, momentary pieces of a former reality that is now captured in an art form. To oversimplify and boil down my love for taking photographs into a few words: Its my subjective selection of an objective reality. 

I forgot to take the photo I was supposed to...

There is "the photo." You go to the Taj Mahal, the Eiffel Tower, or the cherry blossoms and you have to take a photo of it. You have to take the photo that has been taken by everyone else that has been there. Mostly because, they are beautiful. They are magnificent and seeing them requires being able to see them eternally in a photograph. But I hate that photo. Partly for the quintessential hipster reason that everyone takes that photo, but also because those monuments are made important by those hordes and hordes of people taking the photo. The people that have traveled hours and hours to see the cherry blossoms are more fantastic than the cherry blossoms them selves to me. With out a massive crowd of people they still would be a majestic site, possibly an even more majestic sight but they are a true spectacle with people from all over the world coming to see them. 

These are a few of the images I took of the people who made my cherry blossom trip very special this year. 

The worst/the best place in the world pt. 1

Most people I meet hate airports. I love them. Airports mean I am going somewhere, they are the little bit of twilight zone between the real world your coming from the and exciting place you are going. Yes some times they smell bad or have terrible lighting but no matter what I going some where, and that is something to be excited about. 

Airports are also a great place to take photos. The human experience all played out from the happy couples reuniting to the, 24 hour strung out lay over in the terminal traveler.

A few photos from Reagan and the Newark airport:

Was Hippie Sabotage homeless?

The brother duo known as Hippie Sabotage came to the Ustreet music hall last Monday, March 21st. With their signature sunny Californian guitar riffs mixed with heavy hip hop 808's, they drew a sold out crowd. One concert goer described their music as, "songs for every emotion. I can listen to their music no matter what mood I am in." Once these two long haired beat makers took the stage everyone's mood was that of pure excitement. 

Hippie Sabotage's frontman took no time to start sweating, jumping and screaming to get the crowd moving. Mid performance they played a song titled, "A million records" an unreleased track driven by distorted 808's and angry lyrics telling the story a record label stealing the music of musicians who never see a penny. After the song's bass had stopped rumbling out of the speakers the frontman quickly launched into a motivational speech. Rooted around the story of their own homelessness they urged all to follow their dreams and scream "fuck no" to anyone who says otherwise. While this is not confirmed, their energetic story telling made for an amazing show. 

Concert People

I see all types at shows. There are the usual sports jersey clad guys with long haird, long eyelashed girls. But there are also an array of characters that seem to come out of the woodworks for each show. Who knows if these incarnations only see the lights of the stage and not the usual day to day or if they truly are as colorful all the time as they are during these shows. 

A cold day in Osaka

It was rainy, cold and was our 5th day of very little sleep in Japan. We had taken the train in from Nara the day before and spent the morning at the aquarium and found this little nook in the Osaka museum of history to nap in.