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Happy St. Stephen’s Day!
It was five years ago today that I took this pic during Budapest’s annual celebration of their famous saint’s birthday, which also marks the foundation of the Hungarian state a millennia ago.
The irony, of course, is that I was watching these fireworks with Steven Spielberg (or Saint Steven as I like to call him) and his family from their balcony at the Four Seasons Hotel Gresham Palace. The experience was a tad surreal to say the least…
August 20th, 2010
Our last morning in the Boundary Waters, I was rewarded for getting up early by finding Sawbill Lake covered in an eerie blanket of fog.
August 17th, 2010
“It is good to have an end to journey toward;
but it is the journey that matters, in the end”
-Ursula K. LeGuin
August 15th, 2010
The day before we arrived to the Boundary Waters, we were very saddened to hear that Frank Hansen, the founder of the Sawbill Canoe Outfitters (back in 1957), passed away at the age of 89 after being diagnosed just a few weeks earlier with acute leukemia. Hearing this news, I could not help but think of my grandfather and the decades-long friendship he and Frank had. Every summer, for over 40 years, my grandpa returned to Sawbill with his family, and I know he always looked forward to catching up with Frank on what had transpired over the 11 months since they seen each other last.
While it’s really sad that both men are gone now, the legacy they leave behind in this incredible place is so tangible, that being there, it’s impossible not to feel to their presence close by. And if there is a heaven above, I’d like to think that these two guys are sitting out on the porch together, talking about where the fish are biting…
August 14th, 2010
Of course, no trip to Sawbill would be complete without a visit to the scene of the crime.
August 13th, 2010
Solaced with the echo, the hallowed echo,
the echo of the northern loon…
- Terry-Lynn Johnson
August 12th, 2010
It’s hard to believe that it’s been four years since I last visited Sawbill, but thank god I finally got back up there. A piece of my soul most definitely resides in this incredible place, and even just a few days in the Boundary Waters last week, went a long way to making me feel whole again.
August 11th, 2010
Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose
Welfare Department they wouldn’t give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard where can I go
Howard said there’s only one place I know
Sam said tell me quick man I got to run
Ol’ Howard just pointed with his gun
And said that way down on Highway 61
- Bob Dylan
August 10th, 2010
I grabbed this shot the other night on the patio of the Chateau Marmont, one of those iconic Hollywood places I’d somehow yet to visit in my 8 years in LA. I kind of love how the reflected light through the glass windows gives the image an almost impressionist quality, and I can see so many different visuals within it. Be it a figure with his arms outstretched, a question mark and/or thong…
I wonder, what do you see in it?
August 2nd, 2010
This past weekend, we went to see “Planet Earth Live” at the Hollywood Bowl. Not only is going to the bowl one of my favorite things about living in LA, but it’s hard to beat seeing such incredible imagery being projected outdoors whilst listening to the LA Philharmonic play along. A good night indeed!
July 26th, 2010
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