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  • [Excerpt from a letter to Stefan 11.1.17] .  By most measures we aren't here for a long time. We can't stretch the fabric of time on a longitudinal plane. But what we can do I think, is push and explore on the fringes, wander off the timeline to pull at the fabric of experience and human connection - and thereby widen it. Think of all the things we do in order to most simply stay alive so that we can die. Eat, drink, sleep. work, routines, cognitive absence. that time to me encompasses a small amount of what my perceived life experience is made up of (though in hours it is certainly a majority of my life). The experiences of deep connection to other humans and the earth, of sitting on the edge of a grand vista or staring into a loved ones eyes, fighting for a foothold high on a mountain or day dreaming by a streamside in a valley, the press of a friend's chest against your own, the smell of a changing season, the rush of a new idea or feeling or sight, the familiarity of going home...these to me are moments that widen time, moments that are only achieved when the rudder of fear is dropped from the stern and the winds of creative whimsy and wide eyed love are allowed to fill the sail and soul. .  If we acknowledge then that dieing is the only thing we are required to do in our time here, the creative possibilities between here and there become expansive and playful -and time wasted worrying about the details of death and the fashion in which we arrive become trivial. All of a sudden it becomes much more important to consider how we're living, acknowledging that the business of Death will surely come to us in its own fashion and with little input from us in the matter, while life...life is ours to paint and create each day, infinite possibility in a small secret freedom #fearlesslivemore @wereallgoingto
  • Land of the living // For many years my friend Stefan has been one of my favorite creators of film and purveyors of artful heartful living. Over the course of the last year and a half he has poured his creative soul and life philosophy into We Are All Going to Die - a multimedia festival built around the idea of fearing less and living more. His work has served as a reminder to me to try and live intentionally, laugh at myself more, and examine the roll fear plays in my decision making process. There’s no cure for fear, it’s not something that we can or should eradicate, but limiting the extent to which it controls us seems to make life a lot more fun ❤️ thanks @stefan_hunt @wereallgoingto #fearlesslivemore [images from a roadtrip in Stefan’s homeland circa ‘15]
  • Tuvalu 2016. “Teaching my children about adaptation is hard - none of us really know what will happen in the next 10, 20, 30 years,” explains our friend Lulu who works for Tuvalu’s Department of the Environment and is tasked with developing plans for action and adaptation on the tiny island nation. “But I hope that if they choose to stay in this land, that will be a choice they can make themselves - that they will not become climate refugees.” Lulu’s ancestors have lived on the archipelago that makes up this tiny South Pacific nation for some 3000 years. Coconuts and freshly caught fish abound, but the traditional way of life is shifting on the island - and at an accelerated pace. The average elevation in Tuvalu is a mere two meters above sea level, and even by conservative climate model projections, Lulu's children and grandchildren will face serious struggles if they are to remain on their ancestral land and adapt to rising sea levels. In the last couple decades the idea of “climate refugees” has begun to infiltrate the vocabulary of low lying island nations like Tuvalu, raising questions for many elders in the community as to what the future will hold for their children.
  • Tuvalu. According to UN report, Tuvalu will be the first country to lose sovereignty due to sea level rise and loss of livable land mass. These are the final frames from a roll of film I shot on fatally salt water damaged camera on the cyclone ravaged outer island of Vaitupu in 2016 #m6
  • This week we had the opportunity to share some imagery from Tuvalu’s outer islands at the Climate Induced Migration and Displacement forum at @yale .  It is difficult to overstate the complexity of human migration and displacement within the context of a changing climate, or admit the extent to which we have no idea what the future looks like as populations already set into motion move along twisting paths of adaptation and assimilation, invisible only temporarily, distant to us only in a delusional world of action without reaction .  Grateful to present our work within the context of this conversation and alongside Kiribati’s Anote Tong and so many other great minds and passionate humans dedicated to making a difference in their work. The visual and audio logs that @matteamrkusic @canyonwoodward and I have compiled are a small attempt to collapse the distance between ourselves and front line communities dealing with the realities of a changing climate and the possibility of forced migrations and loss of sovereignty and culture. Looking forward to sharing more in the year to come.
  • Sky Migrations, our little ode to wild and awesome air beasts, is now online and available at an internet near you! Thanks to the @hawkwatch crew for their ongoing work and to the rest of the gang who put the air under this little films wings. Link in profile. @charles_post @max.lowe @sam.hedlund @iloweanker @evanphillipsak @sam_loweanker @natgeoadventure @rei
  • Welcome to the Matkat hotel. A floating establishment known mostly for its mystery cocktails and sometimes scenic views - not so much for cleanliness or guest services
  • The latest issue of Adventure Journal just shipped! Psyched to have the honor of the cover with this shot of @grahamzimmerman on the second ascent of Hall Peak’s East Buttress direct in the beautiful Purcells of British Columbia. 
If you haven’t subscribed to @adventurejournal yet you might want to. Its one of my favorite publications out there - partially because of the amazing stories and community around it, partially because of the small team/family that pours their heart into every issue, and partially because in an increasingly convoluted media landscape, Adventure Journal’s editorial ethics are exemplary (see excerpt below) .  Latest issue features legends:  @semi_rad @journalizard @jimherrington @jenbuckphoto @dougpeacock @hzahorseman @kurt.refsnider @freshoffthegrid @kateoffmars . “We believe that sponsored content compromises a publication’s ability to be honest, that it erodes reader trust, and that it can turn an independent voice into little more than a vehicle for marketing. We believe in journalism and we believe you should be able to trust the messenger. We believe that there’s a place for marketing and a place for honest opinion and that the two should be separate.
We also know that the AJ readership is made up of our friends, soon-to-be friends, and just-haven’t-met-yet friends, and we would never be able to look you in the eye if what we wrote and shared didn’t come purely from our hearts.
  • A neat part of being a millennial is that you can do a lot of stuff with your thumbs. For example you can tell people you love them, or order groceries or watch tv or read books or snap a nice selfme. You can scroll endless hours through social feeds, and you can save the world. The problem with being a millennial is that we tend to do most of those things except for the last one. The not sitting on our thumbs one. I know this because I, as an #eldermill (that’s short for #eldermillenial fye) suck at getting distracted and not doing the important things. Chances are you are distracted now. I know I am. It has taken me like two hours. What? Two hours what? Wait, oh yeah, make that twelve. To write this. Anyway what I’m trying to say is that if you are a US citizen you can do something pretty neat with your thumbs today. you can pledge to vote in the midterm elections. There are lots of ways to get hip on the voting and make sure you’re registered, but one way that might be of interest if you are into shredding le gnar or saving planet earth is to text pow2018 to 52886 #DropInAndVote #VotingIsActuallyFun #realeldermilltalk #denythedeniers #IDontactuallyknowifeldermillisathingijustmadeituptosoundmorecredible #imamillenialtoo #whichiswhyiamsogoodathashtags #hashtags
  • lucky mud. Many years from now I doubt still that I will fully understand the irony of my small plagiarisms and minor deaths. Postcards from the bottom of the canyon. “send help”. No who or where, just a helicopter and sixteen kinds of love. dark trails returning to the heart of it all, the thunder of brown blood through sandstone veins. I will not pretend to understand. I will smile. I will choke on my own spit. I will lie sleepless between dead and dreaming and watch fire in the sky. I will laugh. sit up beside brothers and sisters. see little, remember less. feel as much of it as I can. mud that settled at the river mouth. squeezed through canyons and toes. mud that floats on rubber rafts. mud with a bit of luck. // 📷 @tommypenick
  • Time passes. the river flows. You don’t need me to tell you. You can see for yourself. the boats got shorter and the shorts got longer and then shorter again. I have seen some things, let some go. It is hard to say what is moving sometimes, us or it. And if you asked or even didn’t I’d guess now I know less again than I ever did in the first place. Which feels okay in its own way. I texted dad again this morning. Telling him I missed him. He told me “I’ll be there with you on this trip too” and I felt or maybe just remembered then the truth of it
  • 3100 film // A few years back we traveled into the Kalahari in search of some of the last Sān huntsmen. Unique to these tribes and the landscapes they inhabit is the use of organized groups of runners as a tool for hunting. While the last vestiges of these traditions are quickly disappearing (replaced by modernized conveniences and suppressed by government regulations) some families still hold to the traditions, harvesting their food through intense physical effort and with deep reverence for the land and animals from which they take life. @mrsanjayr’s latest film @3100film synthesizes the story of the Sān runners alongside three other stories from around the world: the running monks in Japan, Navajo runners in the southwest, and an unlikely superhuman runner masquerading as a Swiss mailman. Ultimately the film is a stirring examination of the anthropological, social and spiritual underpinnings of humans and our will to run