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Spring, 2010
Salar de Atacama, Chile
It is awful ground for walking, slabs breaking, cutting, shattering...


Spring, 2010
Atacama Desert, Chile
I go down on my knees licking a clear, wildly-eroded boulder, biting off bits of it...


Spring, 2010
Rio Baker, Chile
Gray tongues of the Baker heave over an edge with steel-bending force, sheets of mist ripping into the air...


Spring, 2010
Nef Glacier, Patagonia
The blue of ice deepens. Baby blue at first, it descends into a shadowy, saturated sea, a color so agonizingly rich it seems perilous...


Spring, 2010
Paddling the San Juan River into Lake Powell
The river has jumped its channel and now flows across open country. It has hit a bedrock ridge and is pouring over into a fresh waterfall...


Winter, 2010
East Rift Zone, Hawaii
Shadows tear open and spill out bright, ropey intestines. Liquid suns. Spreading, luminous bellies...


Spring, 2009
Utah
I keep rehearsing in my head what it will feel like to walk straight to these cave-arches, congratulating the compass of my body, but poking down one bedrock draw after the next I see my compass is off...


Winter, 2008
Colorado
How many more children could we have? The curiosity will never end. They are each like opening Pandora's box...


Winter, 2008
Colorado
Late that night JT and I are running through the dark with torches outstretched, boots crashing through wind-hardened snow. We move fast, as if we had stolen this fire from the gods...


Fall, 2007
Tibet
It is an ensemble of silvery notes like wind chimes, or the bells of a monastery...


Fall, 2007
Chengdu, China
We moved in like lumberjacks, shouldering through Chinese men in white t-shirts. They regarded us with expressionless suspicion. Look what the Free World dragged in...



Fall, 2007
Tibet
In the morning, sun angles through the canyon, opening holes in the fog and the last of the night's rain. A contingent from the village gathers on a balcony rock across the river...


Fall, 2007
Tibet
I was a fool, dressed for the morning in a bunker of a life vest and a day-glo drysuit. I was all loops and buckles and straps, a creature from the future with my head sticking out of a rubber gasket...


Fall, 2007
Tibet
Jason shouts with boat-captains authority, "Everyone got their lines? Smiles everyone. Vomit now if you need to."


Fall, 2007
Tibet
Shit, it doesn't make any difference to me. Water keeps running downhill, curving through unseen canyons and if one more mystery is left unsolved in the world, all the better...


Fall, 2006
New York
She leans back on her palms, bracing herself on years of dog piss and chewing gum. No one stops to see if she needs help. All it takes is a quick glance to see this woman needs help from no one...


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