Summer Camping at Chatfield Lake, near Littleton, Colorado

GoPro getting up close and personal with the flame.

Home for the night. Chatfield Lake, Colorado.

The Jeep by the fire.

Making dinner. This is the same pot I've been using for my entire life--literally.

Sundown.

Big Skies and Buffalos

It's very easy to be alone here, even if I'm only a few miles from home. Heading south out of town I hit a dirt road and after that it's big skies, barns, and buffalos.

Hours

Northern New Mexico looking west.

I-25 somewhere in New Mexico.

My GoPro mounted on the hood of the Jeep for the duration of the 20+ hour drive from Southern California to Centennial, Colorado.

Waking in the desert

Jeep Camping

A friday night trek out to the high desert to camp in the car and watch for shooting stars.

San O on a Wednesday

My Dad and I woke up early Wednesday morning and made the drive down to San O together for the first time since prior to me moving to Colorado last August. We were blessed with sun and warm weather. There was a good swell in the water, but the tide and wind conditions made for slightly inconsistant waves.

He snapped a few photos before paddling out and caught me looking down the line at what was about to be had. It was a nice session. We were just stoked to be in the water together again.

Welcome 2011

The journey has been made and I'm now back in California. 2010 was a year of continuous transitioning for me and I hope that 2011 brings even more opportunities to explore, document, and enjoy things as an active living thing on Earth.

I miss it

Dawn in Joshua Tree

Last night

The Milky Way, August 13, 1:30 AM

Beautiful things happen when you go with the natural ebb and flow of life. In this case, I ended up in Joshua Tree at around midnight last night only to be greeted by an intensely clear, moonless sky; the exact condition one hopes for when going to watch a meteor shower. And man did the heavens deliver. Another night spent sleeping in the Jeep made worth it by nature.

Dirty car

Just means I've been busy.

Behind the curve

I’m a little behind on developing film. Actually, scratch that, I’m a lot behind on developing film. I’ve got 12 rolls last time I counted. Some 35mm, some 120mm, some slide, two rolls shot out in the water. Tons of stuff. I’ve been itching to develop them. Hopefully can get a few done this week. Until then I’ll have to make due with some digital snapshots from my trek to the north. Here’s my Jeep, leaving Refugio at sunset after a solo surf.

I love free things

I just shot this about 4 minutes ago. I was fortunate enough to score an organ today...for free. Stoked. Fitting it in the Jeep was hard enough; I'm dreading the battle of Zane vs. gravity that will ensue tonight to get this sucker upstairs.

Open your eyes

I’m normally not one for flower shots. You see them everywhere, all the time. Look in any card shop and I promise you 75% of the cards have some generic shot of flowers on them. I’m not saying that this is not a generic flower shot, it may be for all I care, but the point of this was something entirely different from just shooting a flower because it exists and it’s pretty. There’s an area behind my house up in the hills that is like a refuge for me. It’s beautiful. It’s empty. It’s quiet. And it’s enough to remind me that as California gets crammed to the brim of people everyday, there’s still hideaways to be found in your own backyard. This is one of those hideaways.

Alone

This lone telephone pole lives on top of the mountains in the Cleveland National forest. There’s no homes up there, no buildings, just empty air. All of those lines run straight into the ground. I’ve always wondered why it’s there and if calls have ever been made over it’s lonely lines.