Gone Fishin'


I'm not actively blogging here anymore. But if you got here because you were searching for something about bikes, you might want to check out my latest project, Vermont Goldsprints. In summer of 2014, I bought a used goldsprints racing setup and have made it a mission to get more bikes in more people's faces by putting on fun races in unexpected places. Come join me!


The Men of Popham Beach, Maine

One of my favorite pictures of all time. Summer, 1998, Popham Beach. Chris, Ryan, me, Travis, Frank Aaron and Jesse. With the notable exception of one Dan Eling, and one Ben Nugent, you're looking at the groomsmen from this August, just younger and more casually dressed. Posted by Picasa


Can't Sleep

I often can't sleep. I just go, go, go all day and I get to the end and feel like I have all sorts of stuff undone, stuff that has been left undone for weeks and even months comes bubbling up in my brain, stuff I can't hope to do in a night. I spent a great deal of my last year of college up all night, barely able to stay awake during class, and asleep for a few hours in the afternoon. Waking hours spent in a funk and sleeping hours spent wide awake but unproductive. It doesn't happen as often as it used to, but tonight is one of those nights.

I have a full day ahead of me, nine kids in my ski lesson tomorrow morning, and one VERY demanding four year old in the afternoon. It is fun, but draining. I worked all day at REI today, all week for the county, etc. I put some more stuff out on Ebay, I cooked, I cleaned, I went running. I am getting stuff done, and this is nothing like the funk from college. But I procrastinate about the important things, like getting off my butt and writing poems again, practicing the guitar, playing harp. Posting endless photos has been a part of that procrastination lately. So has the Ebay habit, wonderfully purgative as it has been.

It's great to sell stuff off to people who want it and to clear out some storage space, but in a way it is a reduction of my life or my presence on earth when I'd rather be expanding that presence though writing. Missoula is a writer's town, but it isn't the writer's town it was back when apartments were 70 bucks a month. The seedy bars are still downtown but the living situation has become more gentrified. Probably I have too, with my string of legitimate jobs and responsible decisions. Does poverty and foolish decision making a good writer make? Like most things, dropping out of law school isn't exactly what I thought it would be- maybe I thought it would carry greater cachet among my skiing, writing, outdoorsy-type brethren. Maybe I thought the act alone would force me to write, rather than just creating the opportunity to write.
As my sister once observed soon after her own graduation from college, "work takes up a lot of your time." True, so true. So does grocery shopping, vacuuming, working out, getting your oil changed and all that other stuff. Sometimes, I feel like the greatest writers I have met somehow transcended the need to do all of these mundane things, but I think the truth is more that they have transcended the mundane while still accomplishing it, not that they have come to live like zoo animals who must only do what comes by instinct as they are maintained by so many clipboard-wielding caretakers. Sometimes I am certain that my greatest curse in life is that I know good and even great writing when I see it but that I don't know enough to produce it myself. I suppose, right now, as I write this commentary, this writing-on-writing I swore to myself I wouldn't get into, I ought to be figuring out the poetry. Instead, I contemplate getting a typewriter.

I've often thought about composing poetry on a small mechanical typewriter as a way to produce draft after draft of a poem without losing anything in the revision. But, it seems to me that this would only be another form of "productive procrastination," doing something unassailable while one ought to be doing something else. Am I doing that when I go to my office job instead of opening a pizzeria, or when I write blog entries instead of poetry, read about the history of blues music instead of the history of the prose poem? I'm not sure.



I just wanted to grab a few photos from my time in Denmark (Spring 1998) and throw them on here. This is the harbor down from the city. The order of the day was to buy a case of beer after class, tote it down here and stash it in the shade of a bench. Soak up the sun of a Danish spring. Repeat as necessary, ride train home for delicious home-cooked Danish meal. Too hungry to wait to get home to eat? See the post below. Posted by Picasa

Ahh, yes- the sausage stand, where I took the best of my lunches in Copenhagen. Home of the ever-popular bacon dog. Jesse can back me up on this.  Posted by Picasa

Stones at a site where they purportedly crowned Viking kings, just outside Roskilde. The sky in Denmark was always doing stuff like this.  Posted by Picasa

A cow at an archaelogical center in rural Denmark.  Posted by Picasa



Old snowcat, Huntington, VT ca. 2000. Painted in support of the cooperative buyout of Mad River Glen Ski area, and in reference to what the guy says who loads people on to the famous single chair as it whisks them to the top.  Posted by Picasa


Kate on the shores of Maidstone Lake, Labor Day weekend, 2002.  Posted by Picasa

A Holga is a type of primitive camera with no aperture, or shutter speed ajustments available. It leaks light and it takes 120 film, which is hard to get developed (I do mine at vermont color by mail order). I used the Holga to take this picture of a channel in a salt marsh in Yarmouth. I hacked the camera so it has a "bulb" setting, which I used to take this shot right after the sun set.  Posted by Picasa


I only took one shot at this spot where the waves were breaking over a rock near the hotel, and this was it. I didn't want to fill the camera up with pictures of the same place, but I think could have sat and watched this one all day.  Posted by Picasa


When I lived in Hyannis, I lived right on Hyannis Harbor. A walk around the corner presented me with this view. One night, I went out and took this shot, which involved about a 2 minute exposure. I didn't have a tripod or a cable release, so I propped the camera on a piling and used a rubber band to hold the shutter down.  Posted by Picasa



Well, I finally got a scanner and started getting some slides into the computer and hence, onto this blog. Most of what I have for slides are from the honeymoon on Maui, but there's an old roll of film from summer 03 on the Cape in there as well, and I have included a few of those. Posted by Picasa

When we arrived at our hotel we were given leis, which I later photographed in our room, along with this plumeria blossom Kate wore behind her ear. Posted by Picasa

To my groomsmen- yes, I wore the sweatshirt on top of Haleakala, 10,000 feet above the Pacific. I still await exotic sweatshirt photos from all of you.  Posted by Picasa

In the clouds at Haleakala Crater. There hasn't been an active volcano on Maui since the 1700's.  Posted by Picasa


View from the top of Maui.  Posted by Picasa

Beautiful and very, very rare silversword grows at 10,000 feet on Haleakala crater in Maui.  Posted by Picasa

Breakfast at the hotel dining room was out of this world (think goat cheese omelet with native Maui onions and tomatoes), but it was the SPAM musubi from the local general store that I photographed. Rice, egg and SPAM all wrapped up in nori makes for a complete Hawaiian meal. Kate was not interested in sampling this at all.  Posted by Picasa

A little town below the Hana Highway. Posted by Picasa

Kate pauses along our honeymoon trek to Hana from the airport. The ocean is a heart-stopping 600 feet below us and is only a six-inch high curb away from the road at all times.  Posted by Picasa

I didn't bother to edit the scratches out of this one, but this is a sunset from July, 2003 on Mayflower Beach, Dennis, Cape Cod.  Posted by Picasa

The little town of Hana, where we spent our honeymoon, will have a special place in both of our hearts for the rest of our lives.  Posted by Picasa

Basically, paradise. This beach was about a mile and a half from our hotel in Maui.  Posted by Picasa

Here's one of Gray's Beach in Yarmouth- a long exposure shot taken a few summers ago, if I remember correctly.  Posted by Picasa

Just a random picture of the mountains in West Maui, scanned from a slide. Mostly, I'm just excited to have a scanner that can do slides. I'll be adding a bunch of slides to the blog now as I get them scanned and archived.  Posted by Picasa