This timelapse features my best work yet. It represents hours and hours of dedication to the art. I’m driven by chasing fleeting moments of damatic light on beautiful landscapes and also capturing the night sky and milky way in all it’s glory is a real buzz. Not be mention curling up out under the stars beside all the gear for whole nights at a time catching some sleep here and there between checking the gear and changing batteries and staring up into eternity with spectacular meteors burning up in the cosmic shore out the corner of your eye. Doing this sort of thing has bought me closer and closer to the wilderness. There is something about doing this sort of stuff that just makes you want to keep coming back for more and more. Maybe it’s the experience of being out there at one with the incredible beauty of this landscape. Maybe it’s the challenge of capturing it in the camera in the way that you witnessed it. Maybe it’s the excitement of seeing just what you got when you finally render it all out. Maybe it’s the satisfaction you get out of showing this to other people. Most probably it’s a combination of all these things.

As humans, we also innately enjoy the release of built-​up pres­sure. From a sheet of large bub­ble wrap, to the crack­ing of knuck­les to sneez­ing. We can’t help but love the release of pres­sure and energy.

When every­one else is try­ing to auto­mate every­thing, using a lit­tle human inter­ven­tion can be a com­pet­i­tive advantage.

I’ve made a promise to myself to work with opti­mists as exclu­sively as I can over my career. It’s a form of com­pen­sa­tion to me — I’d be will­ing to trade salary for a maker cul­ture, any day.

MLB already has game caps, BP caps, Elmer Fudd caps, St. Paddy’s Day caps, All-​Star Game caps, World Series caps, throw­back caps, futur­is­tic caps, G.I. Joe caps, flag-​desecration caps, wild card win­ner caps, divi­sion cham­pion caps, league cham­pion caps, World Series cham­pion caps, snap-​back caps, low-​profile caps, dis­tressed caps, and prob­a­bly a few other caps I can’t think of right now.

Any rea­son­able per­son sur­vey­ing this head­wear land­scape can only come to one pos­si­ble con­clu­sion: We need more moth­er­fuck­ing caps.

In the wake of another hor­rific national tragedy, it’s easy to talk about guns. But it’s time to talk about men­tal illness.

Some child-​development experts and par­ents say decades of dumbed-​down play­grounds, fueled by fears of lit­i­ga­tion, con­cerns about injury and wor­ry­wart heli­copter par­ents, have led to cookie-​cutter equip­ment that offers lit­tle thrill. The result, they say, is that chil­dren are less com­pelled to play out­side, poten­tially stunt­ing emo­tional and phys­i­cal devel­op­ment and exac­er­bat­ing a nation­wide epi­demic of child­hood obesity.