Sunrise above Boulder last week. Chris Schroeder and I woke up early to shoot some photographs for a couple of his sponsors. Chris is a local triathlete from Boulder, Colorado and currently training for his upcoming season. I am now in the planning stages of a video project with Chris that I’m excited to get started on and share with you guys in the not so far future.
Boulder’s best PNW impression. Lilah and I went out yesterday so I could test some new gear out. Ended up with some shots I liked and this is the final product. Enjoy, friends.
Last weekend Carson Hogge and myself traded snowboards for bikes with the early coming of Spring this season. We headed out to Canon City to ride a fairly new trail system built near Shelf Road. We cruised through Oil Well Flats, which is a super fun, really well designed trail with incredible views from Island in The Sky. Rock gardens, punchy climbs, quick descents and incredible landscapes are all encompassed on the 14 mile ride. The desert woke up at night, which it tends to do, especially this time of year. The following day we headed a little South of Canon City to get in a few miles on our bikes in before heading back to the Front Range. After some riding and hopping in the Arkansas River to cool down, we were on our way back home. Can’t wait to get after some two wheeled adventures this season.
✌🏻️ (at St. Vrain State Park - Colorado State Parks)
A young man traveling by train over the Death Railway. This railway was constructed for transportation of goods in 1943 by more than 180,000 of Japan’s prisoners of war during WWII. The 258 mile railway contains over 600 bridges and runs between Burma and Thailand. An estimated 90,000 deaths occurred during its’ construction. Many of the Australian, British and American POW’s tried to sabotage the bridge while constructing it by leaving out bolts and nails. The railway stood throughout the war but remained in poor condition and was reconstructed shortly after. 81 miles of the railway are still in use today. (at Kanchana, Kanchanaburi, Thailand)
I had always been under the impression that monks were born into their positions but I discovered that many of them are actually individuals that are trying to escape a hard situation they may have gotten into. When Thai’s have nowhere to go, many turn to Buddhism and serve as monks to get their life back on track. They are fed, often housed, and given ample time to reconsider their life choices. (at Khon Khen, Khon Kaen, Thailand)
Here’s a woman selling some meat at a local market. None of the meat in the markets of our town were kept over ice. The smells throughout this stretch were something else #whileiwasblind (at Petchabun, Phetchabun, Thailand)
A local woman from Phetchabun who was out everyday working in the field next to her house. She would work incredibly hard and watch her grandchildren, who were some of my students, play for hours. Before this day, we would see each other in passing but there wasn’t any (attempted) communication. One day I stopped on my motorbike and watched her kids play for a bit, she walked up to me and smiled and we spoke in very broken Thai and with hand symbols. She pointed to my camera and after s little laughter and a lot of confusion I was able to take this picture. Everyday I saw her after that she would smile and wave. #whileiwasblind (at Phetchabun)
Over the next month I’m going to be posting images from #whileiwasblind with short(ish) descriptions of the locations and what was happening at the time. The image above is the one I decided on for the cover. This was taken from a boat on the way to Koh Lanta. It was hard to breathe and see because the fires in Jakarta had blown over into Thailands’ southern region. The smoke from the fires filled the skies and that was responsible for the white sky and layered mountains in the background. This was the only longtail boat on the water, every other one had headed back to shore as our boat loaded up and left the dock. (at Koh Lanta, Thailand)
There’s a storm coming, Mr. Wayne (at Boulder, Colorado)