Recently I have not taken, nor have I had, the time to express myself through the scribbling ink of a pen, drawing or writing, and so it felt good to pour something of my insides onto a blank page of white. This image emerged as a result of the people and the experience, however interchangeable, of this past week in the Adirondacks. Thanks, g.
Pace-tron and Tim hard at work.
Wind, water, vertical bushwhacking--all to get to the top of Snowy Mountain. Black-eye-Bri and Wild Winberry atop a blustery fire tower.
Snowy Mountain slab, where we harnessed up, clipped into two bolts, made our way across a grassy ledge and then decided it was in our best interest not to attempt the climb. Bolts were definitely missing, hence the shuffle back across the ledge and hatching of a superb idea: hit up the Gunks en route to home, sunset style.
Paul (aka. Justin's twin), the EMS camping kid; Pace, Tim's assistant and camera-handling guru; and Michelle, the awesome Creative Director from EMS.
Tim Kemple making the most of Operation Fall Magic.
Tim Keenan looking exquisitely French.
Snowy Mountain in the cloudy distance.
Nice shot, mate.
Indian Lake from the eye of a Peregrine Falcon.
Looking out the window of Pete's cabin, some of the crew motors off into the fog of an Indian Lake morning.
Venturing down to the water's edge to search for the lost parts of my
self.
Instead I discover a kayak awaiting its morning voyage.
Morning sun conquers night's frost.
The taxidermy projects inside the cabin were to die for. Ah, yes, antlers.
Recently I have not taken, nor have I had, the time to express myself through the scribbling ink of a pen, drawing or writing, and so it felt good to pour something of my insides onto a blank page of white. This image emerged as a result of the people and the experience, however interchangeable, of this past week in the Adirondacks. Thanks, g.
Pace-tron and Tim hard at work.
Wind, water, vertical bushwhacking--all to get to the top of Snowy Mountain. Black-eye-Bri and Wild Winberry atop a blustery fire tower.
Snowy Mountain slab, where we harnessed up, clipped into two bolts, made our way across a grassy ledge and then decided it was in our best interest not to attempt the climb. Bolts were definitely missing, hence the shuffle back across the ledge and hatching of a superb idea: hit up the Gunks en route to home, sunset style.
Paul (aka. Justin's twin), the EMS camping kid; Pace, Tim's assistant and camera-handling guru; and Michelle, the awesome Creative Director from EMS.
Tim Kemple making the most of Operation Fall Magic.
Tim Keenan looking exquisitely French.
Snowy Mountain in the cloudy distance.
Nice shot, mate.
Indian Lake from the eye of a Peregrine Falcon.
Looking out the window of Pete's cabin, some of the crew motors off into the fog of an Indian Lake morning.
Venturing down to the water's edge to search for the lost parts of my self.
Instead I discover a kayak awaiting its morning voyage.
Morning sun conquers night's frost.
The taxidermy projects inside the cabin were to die for. Ah, yes, antlers.
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