After spending some time having Kristian walk me through part of his process in making his own knives, I began to become confused. The confusion wasn’t about the process, but more along the lines of how can one person be so talented in so many different things?
I’ve shot photos of Kristian in the past on his mountain bike and those times had me thinking he must spend all his days on his bike to be that confident. Only to hear he is spending his time making his own knives using a forge that he built himself…oh and he does a bunch of other things in woodworking that I’ll have to capture on another day.
Thanks for the invite Kristian…I left your house truly believing you don’t sleep!
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Always a privilege to shoot any form of two wheeled sports. Supercross is just amazing to watch, and a blast to shoot.
Good luck in Anaheim guys!
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I recently spent some time in the hills with the Atkins brothers (Kristian and Ben) and their friend Nibal. Always a fun time, exciting and I’m always thrilled when everyone goes home safely.
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It’s always easier to shoot photos of something I am passionate about. The whole process feels familiar and it gives me a comfort level that puts me at ease when shooting. I think the next best thing is taking photographs of people when they are doing something they love. The photos below are of Steve….I got to spend some time with him touring his shop and listening to him explain just some of the process he goes through when creating. Steve’s passion immediately showed through and it didn’t take long for me to get lost in his wonderful world of machines and tools….and get really lost at the first discussion of all the math involved in his process.
Thanks for the tour Steve!
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This has little to with photography, but since mountain biking is another passion of mine and I have this great area to write…I’ll use it for my apology to Stan.
Mountain biking seems to always be in a state of change. Sometimes those changes are necessary and what I’d label amazing. And often they are a flash in the pan gimmick that comes and goes never to be mentioned beyond times of talking about the “old days” of mountain biking. When I first heard of Stans and tubeless tires I was quick to laugh/dismiss/mock and toss the idea to the side of the trail. My only experience early on was watching my friends who were tubeless, changing a flat tire in a sea of white goo…It was almost comedy watching them covered in white mess and going back to putting a tube back in the tire they had just flatted. I didn’t get it…I thought I was going to my grave clutching my trusty tubes and dealing with the so called extra rolling resistance they caused. Sure I’d get flats, but it never seemed like a big deal to stop everyone on our rides, remove a wheel, pull the tube and put a new one in. Everyone needed a 10 minute break anyway..Right?
Well I dunno what happened exactly or why I succomed to the tubeless pressure, but I did. I went to the local shop and got my container of white mess and went through the process of going tubeless…still clutching to my doubt, still dreading my first flat change on the trail while Stans sealant covered all my stuff.
It never happened. My fears never materialized you see…I haven’t gotten a flat in 18 months. I’m someone who rides a few times a week and its over some rough flat causing terrain.
So here I am apologizing for my jokes and doubt. Now sealed in sealant, I’m converted and carrying the tubeless flag.
I’m sorry and Nice job Stan!
Oh and that tube in the photo is the “just in case” I’ve been lugging around for 18 months…guessing I’ll end up lending to someone who is still using tubes 😉
We met on a hillside, I’m sure with similar goals that day. We probably have more in common than you realized. I know we both love photography and action sports…what a great start to a conversation I thought. Heck we even shoot with the same brand of camera (although not the same model..read on). My intentions weren’t to invade your space and I made sure that I wasn’t in your way. I thought I’d be the first to say hello and I did so…That’s when I learned so much about who you are.
When I said hello I made sure to attempt eye contact and that’s when I noticed you weren’t looking at my eyes…no…your eyes were fixed on my camera. You took a solid look and finally…all be it slowly…looked up at me. Your face reminded me of when I was young and asked the older kids if I could skateboard with them. They never had to answer, their faces answered via expression…that expression of disgust.
“Are you a pro?” You asked. Which caught me off guard because my mind was expecting a returned hello. Before I responded, I paused. Not because I needed to evaulate if I was “pro” or not..but because I found myself looking down at my camera and wondered what it was that made you ask. I instantly felt like someone had swooped in and replaced my camera with a disposable model from the grocery store. Perhaps in your mind my camera and a disposable are one in the same? I did finally respond with an answer of “well..I’m not a full timer.”
As if the event we were shooting wasn’t prestigious enough, you let me know that you usually shoot full time on the world cup circuit. Without time for me to respond you glanced over at my camera bag and said “if you want a really good bag you need to go with the bag I use. Don’t get me wrong your bag is cool, but my brand is where it’s at. I’m currently doing testing for them.”
Ummm…o.k. I see where I stand/rank here I thought to myself. The action started back up and I took my non pro camera, sub par camera bag and was on my way to a new spot. I didn’t walk away with aspirations of becoming more like you or wishing I had your camera or next level bag.
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My knowledge of Puerto Rico before I visited was shaped by what I had viewed on the news after hurricane Maria. I know the photographer in me had hoped to be able to see the devastation that had occurred from the hurricane and bring those images home. My visit was only a few days, and after being there for a couple hours my goal of showing what the hurricane had done switched to sharing my experience with some amazing people in an amazing place.
The people I spent time with were warm, friendly and never complained of the situation there were in…being seven weeks after the hurricane and most of them still without power and many without running water. They were grateful for what they did have and were doing their best in being part of rebuilding and returning to normal life.
I did share some damage photos below and also hope some of the photos show the beauty of Puerto Rico, a place that is on the rebound and place I hope to visit again.
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It’s been a while since I ventured out to spend a morning shooting surfing. So when my friend Darren said it was going to be a good day to surf…I took his word and went to County Line for a few snaps.
Tech info: Canon 7D w/Sigma 70-200 f/2.8 lens
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I’ve been driving North on Highway 395 and visiting the Eastern Sierras for most of my adult life. Always wanting to stop during the five hour drive to check out all of the little side roads figuring out what they have to offer, I never had in the past. This trip was like the rest, I didn’t stop at all the little roads, but I did stop and try a few new places. I stopped and spent a couple hours at the Manzanar Relocation Center for the first time…amazing!! Could have spent a whole day there. Also discovered a hard to describe off road trip through Red Rocks and visited the petroglyphs. Went on hikes in Lee Vining and Bishop which I’d never done before…fantastic places too. Oh and got up and close to the Tufa of Mono lake..wow.
Cant wait for next year.
Until recently, our relationship over the last forty years has been very one sided. I’ve probably been more a part of your life than much of your family. I remember when you were just a young boy and you would visit my friends in the desert, riding motorcycles and exploring the endless landscapes. Laughing at your brother when a failed hill climb attempt would put him in a precarious position. Then cheering him after his success at the same climb. Nights in the desert were spent star gazing near the fire after a long day of riding. I listened as your friends explained that those fast moving stars were in fact satellites. Your young mind was blown. I’m guessing some of your best childhood memories were the days and nights spent exploring the desert. I loved that I was able to be a part of it.
I was also with you when your dad took you camping in the mountains. Again I watched your excitement as new paths opened new worlds. Returning to camp after exploring the trees, streams and reporting back any new animals that were spotted that day. You discovered that breakfast cooked on a camping trip is one of the best meals ever. These early trips established much of who you are today. It brought me great joy being a part of it.
As you grew into a teenager, your visits to the desert and mountains became less frequent. There wasn’t less enjoyment in your trips, just the dynamics of your life had changed. You were now driving yourself to these places and I got to spend time with the new friends you would bring along. Soon there would be a wife in your life who you’d share your childhood memories with by taking her to these exciting locations. It’s safe to say there was a bit of jealousy on my part by this time. Adult life it seems would limit our time together.
I had assumed that once you grew into your adult years I wouldn’t see much of you. I’m thankful that I was wrong. A sport that was new to both of us, mountain biking, would bring us closer than ever. The joy you showed on your first mountain bike ride reminded me of your first days on that tiny motorcycle when you were just a boy. Mountain biking would open more new worlds, bring you hours of exploring and a host of new friends who shared the same passion for this new sport. I don’t completely fault you for not spending time caring for me during these early years of pedaling. I don’t know if you realized how much I needed it.
As your years of pedaling moved along. Your sense of adventure in the sport grew. You’d take trips to Mammoth, Moab, Fruita and Sedona. Bringing home more stories than anyone cared to listen to…I was happy for you. Observing your joy in these new areas brought joy to me too. While you were aware of my needs, unfortunately you continued to ignore my plight.
I’d never asked for help. It seemed to me that my need was obvious. As you traveled more, I thought you would become even more aware I needed help. You had read articles in magazines and on websites where others were helping me. They even made a movie about it. Some spending nearly a lifetime caring for me. Yet you didn’t move. I understand you were busy raising a family…investing much needed time with them. I stood by waiting. If you had an hour you would still visit me, but that offer for help was still missing.
I began to assume that all hope was lost. The government didn’t have the budget to invest in me. There were others in your town who did provide some much needed care for me, but more was needed. I don’t know exactly what changed in you, but one day you just showed up. And you brought help. As you and your friends began to care for me I knew that you weren’t pressured into this…but in fact you had changed. You invested time in me. I watched as hours ticked by and your only breaks were to grab some much needed food and water. As you began to pack your belongings after that first day I had so much hope that you actually enjoyed the effort and you would soon return to me. Your expressions that day brought me memories of your early days exploring the desert.
Not long after your first visit, my hope turned to reality and you were back to care for me. Again you were there for hours and you seemed to really enjoy it. You began a pattern of showing up and even brought new friends who seemed excited to help. We’ve spent more time together than we ever have and your work has made a difference. I love where this journey has taken us and look forward to many more years of new adventures.
Your friend always,