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Wrastling!

Man, the last few weeks have left me thoroughly impressed with wrestlers. From the sidelines it seems like a sport that really demands everything of you both physically and mentally. The moves are highly technical; the slightest shift in position and momentum makes all the difference; a thousand tiny decisions made every moment to organize your weight over your opponent.
I imagine these mental gymnastics become rather difficult to pull off with all the intense physical exertion also involved; to remain both perceptive and aggressive.
I'm of course perfectly happy to entertain my awe from the sidelines and focus on trying to get this stuff across visually. The thought of getting in their myself is genuinely scary.

Nutcracker Rehearsal

Its Christmas time, so my assignments are getting steadily more Christmasy as we advance upon the J-man's B-day. Here's a gallery just posted on the Herald website from the Nutcracker rehearsal I attended this evening. Tomorrow I go Christmas shopping with police officers at Wal-Mart. Hmmm...I never thought I would do such a thing.

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At Home but not at Home

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Harping

Weaving

Ski Season

Mount Baker ski area opened a couple days ago. Watching the light change and the low lying fog lift from the cascade foothills as I approached the ski area at dawn, I felt very fortunate to have this as my job/internship. Struggling to put one foot in front of the other in three feet of powder, wishing that I had a set of skis or a snowboard as I navigated the mountain in my tennis shoes, I still felt pretty fortunate, but not without muttering obscenities at the mountain. However, I couldn't help but feel a touch of envy, when I met all the ski bums who live and work at the mountain. 200 or so free-spirited I young folks living at the foot of some of the prettiest alpine scenery imaginable, skiing/boarding everyday of their carefree winter. 'Utopia' is a word that comes to mind.

Prayer Tree

I've been a long-time fan of both trees and prayer flags, so I was quite pleased the other day when I came across a happy marriage of the two while I was out shooting a cold weather feature. Of course, it didn't get the coldness thing across, so I took what I like to think of as a photojournalistic smoke-break and shot completely un-news-related, peopleless scenes.
I've never been to the Himalayas, and I'm not a practicing Buddhist, but a get this particular feeling of comfort and hominess whenever I come across prayer flags. Thats all, just a pleasant visual surprise.