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  • Standing in a sea arch near Ballintoy Harbour, Ireland. The harbor has been used as a filming site on several occasions for Game of Thrones, including as a setting for the Iron Islands.
    Gods I Was Strong Then
  • As a teenager obsessed with running track and cross country, Steve Prefontaine was my idol. Hailing from the sleepy lumber town of Coos Bay, Oregon, “Pre” turned the running world on its head with his bravado and quotes like ” to give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift” until he met his untimely end in 1975 at the age of 24. While it’s been years since I ran my last race, my admiration for Pre lives on. It thus seems fitting that during my post-grad school road trip I was lifted out of the deepest loneliness of my journey while in Coos Bay. <br />
Far from home and feeling lonelier than I ever thought possible, I aimlessly drove the backroads of Central Oregon until I found myself at the coast. After spending a restless night at a deserted campground in Newport, I awoke the next morning to find myself covered in poison oak. Barely able to open my eyes, I headed to the nearest urgent care, which happened to be just up the road in Coos Bay. After getting some meds and pondering my next move, not wanting to return to the suffocating loneliness that was waiting for me back at my campsite, I happened to see a flyer advertising the Prefontaine Memorial Gallery, an exhibit devoted to Steve Prefontaine. I immediately drove over and headed up to the gallery, and was in awe at what I found. The room was filled with countless trophies and medals that Pre had won, and even had some spikes that he had raced in. I spent most of the afternoon poring over each medal, marveling at how this man had made the most of his all too brief life.  By the time I was done in the gallery, I had a renewed vigor and zest for life, and drove back to my campsite eager to explore the very dunes that Pre himself used to train on. Because to give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift, and this trip, I realized, was a gift that I just couldn’t sacrifice.
    The Gift
  • Yours truly, greeting the start of another beautiful day at remote and deserted Iceberg Lake. Taken partway through a solo 9 day backpacking adventure in California’s Ansel Adams Wilderness.
    Strength Through Solitude
  • Self-portrait from a rocky ledge overlooking pure autumn wilderness in the Adirondack Mountains.
    Wide-Eyed Wilderness
  • I was afraid that the high winds on this frigid evening would blow over my camera while taking this self-portrait, which was how my first camera met its demise in Shenandoah National Park in 2014, but thankfully my current set-up made it through this unforgettable sunset unscathed. Adirondack High Peaks, NY.
    Mountain Rules
  • Self-portrait from a craggy Adirondack summit while waiting for the light and warmth of morning to come.
    Waiting For The Eastern Glow
  • A self-portrait from inside a cave along the spectacular coast of Georgian Bay. The lack of vegetation in the lake here gives the water an unbelievable color and clarity, especially when the sun is shining. Bruce Peninsula National Park, Ontario.
    Caveman
  • Self-portrait from a rock ledge high above Lower Blue Lake, in Colorado's rugged and wild San Juan Mountains. The milky-turquoise color of the lake is caused by the  presence of rock flour, finely-ground particles of rock formed by glacial erosion, in the lake. These rock particles become suspended in the water, giving the lake its vivid color when light hits the water.
    Summertime Blues
  • Taking in the view of autumn colors spread out below the snow-capped summit of Algonquin Peak, as morning fog drifts off the surface of a lake on a cold October morning at sunrise. As hard as it can be to extract myself from the warm cocoon of my sleeping bag on cold mornings such as this one, viewing and photographing the sunrise always makes it more than worth it. Adirondack High Peaks, New York.
    Soak It In
  • The beauty and solitude of the wild world oftentimes stops me in my tracks, and this was most certainly one of those times.
    Awestruck
  • While wandering Long Beach one evening at the tail end of an emotionally-charged day, I scrambled up a rocky headland hoping to escape the thoughts that wouldn't get off my mind, and to watch the sunset in the process. Atop the headland, I discovered an array of pretty spring wildflowers that were basking in the glorious sunshine after a long and wet Pacific Northwest winter. Just as I settled in myself to enjoy the renewing warmth of the sun, a bird began to circle overhead, and together we watched the sun cast the final warm rays of the day over the mighty Pacific. Pacific Rim National Park, British Columbia.
    Birds of a Feather