I have been thinking a lot about this project lately and how I have seen forests change just in my life time. From the Aspen colonies in the mountains of Colorado to the Sequoia old growth groves of California. They both are struggling with heat and drought at an alarming rate.
More to come…
Here are a few from a recent trip to Point Reyes National Seashore. What an incredible day!
I my body is mending, scars are healing. I have rested and have started the slow steady dance to recovery and hopes of returning to my old self, a normal state, a 100%. Two steps forward, one step back. It feels very far away right now. My body may be resting, but my mind is racing. I have been flooded with thoughts daily. Floods of memories of friends and places. Memories I cling to for a sense of grounding and belonging. A daily mix of emotions from the numbing sensation of continual perseverance to the present moment practice of mending oneself, to the fleeting faith in the future hopes and dreams. What is it about a month anyway? Why are taught to place dates on such things? As to somehow tack a date or number to these ephemeral notions as a way to make them more real? Not to say they're not real. They are very real! We act on such notions, we change, we plan, strive and celebrate on such notions. But to frame such things as self improvement, healing, and mental perspective by dates and numbers seems counter-intuitive. These deeply personal life changing experiences that tend to become clearer to us as time passes. These things should not be gauged by numbers on a calendar.
The metrics that we place on dates and the passing of time, albeit sometimes arbitrarily, to help us define our lives, the seasons, years, and holidays I have never been a fan of. I have consistently avoided them to almost a fault. I have somehow forgotten important birthdays, anniversaries, and celebrations. Not out of spite, but avoidance to living, remembering, celebrating defined by a specific date in time and not by whim or heart string tugs, or by inspiration. Yet, here I am once again at this crossroad in time declaring success or failure by a date.
In one month, summer has changed to fall. daylight shortened, the air cooled, my body has mended but my mind and soul have not. I have been caught in between two points, past and future, a nowhere place, a transitional land, and I have not stepped out from under it yet. Framed on one end by friends, familiar places, smells, and rituals. The other end is unknown, unformulated, untied.
First day in California.
Oakland to be exact. I am back in the same place I lived 18 years ago before I moved to Colorado. Its a bit of a time warp that could mess with my mind if I let it. I have a flood of thoughts running through my head, memories of old times, family nuances, tasks to tend to, places I want to see, a city I want to explore again.
I woke to dense fog this morning. The coastal morning fog provides a quiet, gentle entry to the day. Its cool, wet vapor blankets the trees and hills in a mystery of what the day might hold. It's softness allows for a brief moment to reflect, ponder, establish purpose and intention. Before long, the sun burns through the soft transition from night to day in a demanding way that begs its presence to be known.
West or Bust
On our road trip out here we stopped in Great Basin NP for a day and explored its mountain environs. GBNP is a wild and beautiful place. Everyone should add this national park to there list. Our first night camping we had a rowdy thunderstorm roll through camp after dinner. The thunder scared my dog Rilkey so bad he ran away for the first time ever! It wasn’t until 1pm the next day until I found him at another campground 4 miles away on the other side of the park. I was so happy to find him!
After recouping from that scare, we drove through Nevada’s amazingly vast landscape of basins and ranges. We passed rain storm after rain storm until we reached the Eastern Sierra late at night and camped by a hot spring. In the morning we watched the sun rise on the Sierra and soaked in the hot spring. We made the short trip up to Bridgeport for the night. On our final day we went over wild and steep Sonora pass, across the farmland of the Central Valley. Our trip ended in Oakland, the land of many people.
Environmental Note: On returning to California I notice the landscape has a primordial feel to it. A noticeable change in the scale of natural things. A scale not based on vastness such as Nevada’s basin and range or the elevation of Colorado, but more based on the shear size of things and the complexity of its bio-regions.
A sign of springtime to me usually means a few good camping trips to the Utah desert to shake off winter's cold chill with some warm dry desert air. One of the trips this spring that really stands out was a day spent walking up Day Canyon near Moab, UT. I was joined by my good friend and excellent birder Todd and my usual hiking partner, my dog Rilkey, a 14 yr. old Collie Golden mix. I don't know which one us had more fun that day? Rilkey acted like he was ten years younger running through the water and mud with long sticks dangerously hanging from his mouth. Or myself learning about the birds and their songs that filled the canyon walls. Maybe it was the clean crisp light? That kind of light you get after a good rainstorm that really makes this particular day stick in my memory. Whatever it was about that day - it was timeless in my mind.
Here are a few recent covers I shot for Trail Runner and Rock and Ice Magazines. Most issues my hard work can be seen inside the covers. But I have been putting some hard work into making images again and it feels really good. It is a treat to be able to land a shot of mine on the cover. Trust me it is not my decision to choose cover shots these days. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed making them.
This giant 50 year anniversary issue wasn't without its challenges. The main challenge was implementing a design look and feel that could be applied easily and checked easily in the production process. 180 pages in roughly 3 and a half weeks was tough to say the least. The design needed to be clean, simple, and fit within the brand essence. Take a look and let me know what you think? The design was applied to the best of Ascent stories from fifty years.
This is one of the projects from the year that I am really happy with. A subtle yet thorough rebuild of the high quality printed annual. It consisted of a complete overhaul of typography and application of a new modular grid system. The new type treatment created a nice play on type scale and contrasting weights. The updated grid allow for larger visuals and more consistently places negative "white" space to rest your eye while reading.
Great design, I believe, is not always noticed at first, but is simply enjoyed. I would hope that this design effort does just that. Go ahead and take a second look.
After years of designing and photo editing layouts of the HR100 in print I finally made it to the Hard Rock 100 to witness it in person. Wow, there is nothing like this race anywhere else in the world. From the wild landscape of the San Juan mountains and the technical nature of the trails here to the distance and elevation profiles of the race course. I was completely blown away by the incredible feats of strength, endurance and commitment of these racers. It was also inspiring to also see the tremendous level of support provided by the race organization and the trail running community. Hard Rock 100 has a special vibe to it not only because of the location, but also the community of runners that return year after year.
Thank you for the great weekend everybody and the lasting impressions!
Little book cliffs wild horse sanctuary.
Ascent Magazine 2015
Super psyched with how this issue of Ascent turned out. I am my own worst critic, but I am proud of this one. Great stories and photography, go out and get a copy.
I am so excited to see the 2015 edition of DIRT come off the press. 120 pages of trail running culture and community. Packed with great photography and writing. All the elements came together to make this edition even stronger than last year. Go get one and read it, I hope it inspires. Many thanks to Rickey Gates, Fred Marmsater, Geoffrey Baker and everyone involved.
#trailrunnermag #trailrunning #dirt #printisnotdead
I am excited to be picking up the camera again. Its been awhile, my main focus is design these days. But recently I have done a couple shoots that have refreshed my interest, this one of them. I photographed musician Chris Parker at his house. After hauling lighting equipment into the house and looking around for a spot to shoot I found a skylight in a walk-in closet and decided to keep it simple. I love it when a simple solution to a creative problem arises out of nowhere and when it works perfectly its really special.
I hope to pick up the camera again soon!
Here’s a link to Chris’ music https://soundcloud.com/chris-parker-22
Fall patterns, American lake, Aspen.
It’s been an amazing Fall here, but the leaves are dropping fast.
Fall in Colorado! Go see it before its gone.
The North Face: Curiosity
Wow! This is really cool. Great story telling. Nice work Tim and Renan