MountainMan / CityBoy

A place for mind vomit, art, and stories of the road. If you like my photos great but If I had to pick, I'd rather my work just be part of a process of adventure, to inspire others to adventure, rather than enjoying my digital "art objects". Go to cool places. Do rad things. Get out of your comfort zone. This isn't a dialog. This is a call to leave the classroom, gallery, or computer; grab a bicycle, a boat, or a pair of shoes and go.
Taking a break with the Park trails technician Steve in Colorado State Forest State Park (yes i know the name sounds funny, it used to be a state forest…now its a state park). Steve conveniently used to run a scuba business… :) so his email was something along the lines of Scuba Steve! Best project sponsor ever.

Taking a break with the Park trails technician Steve in Colorado State Forest State Park (yes i know the name sounds funny, it used to be a state forest…now its a state park). Steve conveniently used to run a scuba business… :) so his email was something along the lines of Scuba Steve! Best project sponsor ever.

Some times you just need to go for a dip. Grizzly Creek along the Glenwood Canyon in Colorado. 2012

Jackson and Jim at rhapsody in Chattanooga, Jackson just got schooled at Jenga

Jackson and Jim at rhapsody in Chattanooga, Jackson just got schooled at Jenga

Leaving Taos for a few weeks, heading to Albuquerque so I can fly to Atlanta. I’ll be pickn my truck up in Georgia and then rolling up to NC to see family an also on my way back to NM a stop in Houston. Had $5 shuttle plan to Santa Fe this morning and slept through my alarm so I hitch hiked, which made me wonder why did I plan to take a shuttle or fly in the first place?

Leaving Taos for a few weeks, heading to Albuquerque so I can fly to Atlanta. I’ll be pickn my truck up in Georgia and then rolling up to NC to see family an also on my way back to NM a stop in Houston. Had $5 shuttle plan to Santa Fe this morning and slept through my alarm so I hitch hiked, which made me wonder why did I plan to take a shuttle or fly in the first place?

ojala-que:

lonelynomads:

eulen:

Julia Butterfly Hill lived in a 180-foot (55 m)-tall, roughly 1500-year-old California Redwood tree  for 738 days between December 10, 1997 and December 18, 1999. Hill lived in the tree, affectionately known as “Luna,” to prevent Pacific Lumber Company loggers from cutting it down.

life goal

the company then cut down all of the trees around her in a 5 mile radius, and preceded to cut down her tree about 20 minutes after she “climbed back down.”

(via belligerentatbest)

I don’t know what the void is, but I know it when I see it

there are more places

in this world

than one might think,

where you can find the void

-

I know this

when i open the refrigerator door

after the initial blast of something rotten

and the can of beer

precariously propped before,

but no longer.

-

it falls

and rolls 

across the once upon a time

-

pearly 

white tiled floor

-

the can stops 

just before reaching my feet,

perhaps if it had touched

if this harbinger had made contact with me,

perhaps then 

I might not have fallen in

-

after this has taken place

and after the stench,

that is there

but no longer noticed

-

my eyes drift up,

I look inside

and I know

I’m supposed to be,

-

finding something to eat

and all the components

are right in front of me

-

I’m looking at the vegetables

and the sauces

the meats and the cheeses

the beer and the juices

and the milk,

the eggs

and the three day old left overs

-

I just need to put them together

then this task would be over

-

and I should be thinking

“ahh, I know what I’ll make!”

or at least

“ohh, I need to throw that away.”

but no,

-

my eyes are looking

at all these things

I see none of them.

-

a deer in the headlights

blinding my thoughts

but not on a road,

I know

this is no sunrise

-

a chill breeze 

just barely tickling my face

but not on a ridge top,

I know

this is no wind

-

my hand is gripping the door

and I am looking

not seeing,

I’m grasping

but what for

I don’t know,

this is no hunt

-

and it’s all 

-

one 

-

long 

-

moment,

-

but just a moment.

-

I forget I was ever looking

I close the door

I walk away

and not long after,

I feel hungry

I go back

I fall in

again

-

and I see it

but only for just a moment

Spent one our first nights in Chiang Mai watching some Muay Thai. No rhyme intended. There were several matches this was one of the younger age brackets.

Tourist central! Night Bazaar in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Unfortunately the fastest way into town or out of town from where we were crashing was straight through this starting around 6p.m. till midnight or so each day. I guess these photographs make it seem slightly more open air but really the stalls were like giant plastic tubes (I felt like a hamster) in which the temperature was a good 10 degrees hotter. There were these little old ladies who were incredibly culturally androgynous who would hound me every time I stepped into the bazaar. Mind you we were in Chiang Mai, Thailand but they easily could have passed for the chola women who sold candy at stalls outside my school when I lived in Bolivia. Really they could have fit aesthetically with about any Andean native style of garb from Venezuela down. But anyway so every time I walked through the bazaar they would try to sell me beads, bracelets, or the classic wood carved frog with ridges on its back and a stick to rub across it. This creates the “croak croak” sound. By the end of a few days in Chiang Mai I had almost adopted a mantra of “croak, croak, you like?”

Now back to cultural androgyny: the travelers parachute pants. There is this strange market that has sprouted in which local peddlers in countries all over the world sell the same kind of hippy clothing regardless of what country you are actually in. If I were to see someone wearing a pair of these skirt/pants/ parachute pants/ or for that matter the hemp backpack I bought; I would not have the slightest idea where you acquired it them. It could be anywhere from a Jam band festival in the U.S. to Peru or well in this case Thailand. Same stuff in Nepal as well btw. I feel like you would want to get something a little more unique or symbolic of the place you were visiting. That said, I did consider buying a pair, they just seemed so light and drafty.

One more thing of note: On this street I’m pretty sure there was a dominos, mcdonalds, 7-11, subway, and maybe a KFC… What have we done to the world!?!#

Extracurricular activities outside the 7-11 in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Beetle battles, and yes of course they have 7-11 in Thailand! (only in the large cities though, thank god.) My suggested snack if you venture inside is either the flavored bread with green goo in the middle or the cuddle fish jerky.

Extracurricular activities outside the 7-11 in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Beetle battles, and yes of course they have 7-11 in Thailand! (only in the large cities though, thank god.) My suggested snack if you venture inside is either the flavored bread with green goo in the middle or the cuddle fish jerky.

Some girls hanging out right by the Thapae Gate in downtown Chiang Mai, Thailand. September 2013

Some girls hanging out right by the Thapae Gate in downtown Chiang Mai, Thailand. September 2013

Found a little friend today

Found a little friend today

With much of the restoration work, around the Khmer ruins of Angkor Wat and company, the new work was indistinguishable from the old. They replicated what was there and what they were able to ascertain from the left over rubble that the work eventually flowed perfectly but some how I love things like this crack in the wall so much more. Evidence of the walls more recent history and the care that is given to keep it up and the story it tells well and alive.

With much of the restoration work, around the Khmer ruins of Angkor Wat and company, the new work was indistinguishable from the old. They replicated what was there and what they were able to ascertain from the left over rubble that the work eventually flowed perfectly but some how I love things like this crack in the wall so much more. Evidence of the walls more recent history and the care that is given to keep it up and the story it tells well and alive.

Again, photographing other tourists make snap shots. This time in Tah Prohm

Again, photographing other tourists make snap shots. This time in Tah Prohm

More from Angkor Wat area.

More from Angkor Wat area.