tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-343658652024-03-19T04:21:07.479-07:00Scott Pasfield Photo BlogPhoto Blog from photographer Scott Pasfield.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.comBlogger216125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-72710828697694732522011-12-06T14:14:00.001-08:002011-12-06T14:22:36.672-08:00Move to TumblrI decided to change things up a bit and have started a new blog on Tumblr. It is easier to create and share for people, has a new fresh look with big pictures, and Lord knows, change is good. Hopefully if you subscribed here, you can switch over and keep up to date with what's going on. Thanks everyone. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://scottpasfield.tumblr.com/"><br />http://scottpasfield.tumblr.com/</a></span>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-44796744617541108172011-09-27T09:48:00.000-07:002011-09-28T07:09:16.375-07:00Gay in America Released!<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottpasfield/6192215642/" title="Gay-in-America_Cover by scottpasfield, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6016/6192215642_3615a38a7c_b.jpg" width="580" height="717" alt="Gay-in-America_Cover"></a>So amazing to see this come to life! Order you copy now on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gay-America-Scott-Pasfield/dp/1599621045">Amazon</a>!Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-47418871512126633122011-02-16T07:30:00.000-08:002011-02-16T07:53:28.749-08:00caye caulker, belizeamazing recent trip to belize with nick for his birthday. apologies for lack of posts on here recently. going to try and play catch up with my favorite images since last logging in... <br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottpasfield/5438214847/" title="_MG_2816 by scottpasfield, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/5438214847_b7a57ac698.jpg" width="580" alt="_MG_2816" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottpasfield/5438214899/" title="_MG_2865 by scottpasfield, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/5438214899_4edfb58ec9.jpg" width="580" alt="_MG_2865" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottpasfield/5438215397/" title="_MG_3235 by scottpasfield, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5052/5438215397_5bf1550260.jpg" width="580" alt="_MG_3235" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottpasfield/5438821982/" title="_MG_3285 by scottpasfield, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5176/5438821982_4d87e6b166.jpg" width="580" alt="_MG_3285" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottpasfield/5438214935/" title="_MG_2874 by scottpasfield, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4138/5438214935_1c92e8c482.jpg" width="580" alt="_MG_2874" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottpasfield/5438215217/" title="_MG_3012 by scottpasfield, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5013/5438215217_5220918ab3.jpg" width="580" alt="_MG_3012" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottpasfield/5438821440/" title="_MG_2899 by scottpasfield, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5212/5438821440_8b0e228928.jpg" width="580" alt="_MG_2899" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottpasfield/5438215441/" title="_MG_3249 by scottpasfield, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5094/5438215441_538c684b83.jpg" width="580" alt="_MG_3249" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottpasfield/5438822096/" title="_MG_8654 by scottpasfield, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5097/5438822096_03e8347846.jpg" width="580" alt="_MG_8654" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottpasfield/5438215659/" title="_MG_8683 by scottpasfield, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5258/5438215659_1213532ef2.jpg" width="580" alt="_MG_8683" /></a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-32363376403717640032010-07-26T06:48:00.000-07:002010-07-26T07:17:43.094-07:00Gull Island Peace<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4137/4830261549_7708d9ee90_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4137/4830261549_7708d9ee90_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>We come out and anchor on a sliver of sand near Moriches Inlet called Gull Island a lot. Great spot, lots of clams, birds and breezes. Scored this shot of a seagull flyover over head, perhaps guarding his brood which inhabit the island.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-31569979878543088182010-06-24T11:49:00.001-07:002010-06-25T06:04:38.566-07:00This Mess We're In @ Pelavin Gallery<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1428/4730471599_03d4b47ff8_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1428/4730471599_03d4b47ff8_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Happy to have a couple of adscapes in a group show at <a href="http://www.pelavingallery.com/">Pelavin Gallery</a> that opens this evening. 13 Jay Street in Tribeca 6-8pm. Hope to see some friendly faces there. It's up through early September. Here is the press release:<br /><br />Pelavin Gallery is proud to announce a group exhibition of gallery artists depicting their reflections on the metropolis. With this premise, this show seeks to present a collection of works which examine contemporary urban life and the future prospect of civilization. A variety of mediums will be shown—painting, photography, drawing and collage—and several gallery artists represented, including: Ivaylo Gueorgiev, Steven Katzman, Amy Park, Scott Pasfield, Bruce Richards and Mark Safan.<br /><br />In his essay, <span style="font-style:italic;">Childe Harold's Pilgramage</span> (1812-18), Lord Byron states: <span style="font-style:italic;">There is the moral of all human tales; 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past. First freedom and then Glory—When that fails, wealth, vice, corruption—barbarism at last. And History, with all her volumes vast, hath but one page. </span><br /><br />Throughout history, the metropolis has been represented in celebration for its significances and simultaneously in critique for its downfalls. This is recognizable in Thomas Cole’s series of paintings <span style="font-style:italic;">The Course of Empire </span>(1833-36), which depicts the growth and fall of an imaginary city. Cole’s series of paintings reflect popular American sentiments of the times, by emphasizing the fear of ‘The Empire’ leading to gluttony and inevitable decay.<br /><br />Contemporary daily media coverage suggests that our own culture struggles to balance itself between ‘The Consummation’ and ‘The Destruction’ of our own empire(s): <span style="font-style:italic;">Quake causes Haiti's palace to crumble—Haiti's middle class shaken into poverty… Afghan peace gathering continues despite Taliban attack… Toxic chemicals finding way into the womb… Anger gushes as BP gets bashed—BP's chief is apologetic… Kidnapped daughter found on Facebook… Russell Brand just wants to love you… Taxi driver ‘watched friend shot in face’… Mystery water creature biting kids…</span><br /><br />Combining such subject matters as vandalism, found pornographic materials, architectural icons, sexualized advertisements, street riots and city sky-scapes, this exhibition attempts to document the celebration and simultaneous critique of urban life by providing a group of work that documents the natural and fabricated landscape of the contemporary metropolis, while also illuminating the injustices of the current social scene.<br /><br />For more information please contact the gallery at 212.925.9424 or gallery@pelavingallery.com<br /><br />Pelavin Gallery 13 Jay Street New York NY 10013Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-4212074429182199422010-05-27T07:33:00.000-07:002010-05-27T07:41:35.801-07:00Stephen, Gay America - FL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3386/4645028410_5913136153_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3386/4645028410_5913136153_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I must have been around 10 or so; had always known I was attracted to men and never felt anything negative about it, other than other boys in my crowd didn't share my feelings...at least outwardly. One day as my Mother and I were doing the dishes after a family lunch, she began to have "the Talk" with me -- Mother, of course, ran our home while Father was sweet, lovely, but weak. At any rate, she did the man/woman thing as she washed and I wiped plates. Then she said that there were women who were attracted to other women and men who were attracted to other men. "They are called 'homosexuals'", she said. And I remember as clearly as this morning gazing out the window into our small back yard, "Well, if there's a name for it, then I can't be the only one." It was that simple, that clear, that undramatic.<br /> <br />I came out to my family when I was about 16. They, of course, hauled me off to the psychiatrist. I went in first and had a lovely 15 minute conversation with him about me, my feelings, my fears, my sexuality, etc. Then he asked that I sit in the waiting room while he spoke privately with my parents. I went out; they went in. After about 30 minutes, they came out - he strolling, she storming - and home we went. Silence in the car, so after about 10 minutes I asked what The Good Doctor had said. Pause. "He said that he wanted to see us every week for at least 6 months, but that you didn't have to go back", my Father said.<br /> <br />The following day I called the office and asked to speak to the Doctor. He took my call. Asking him what had transpired and telling him that we arrived home and Mother had taken to her bed and not another word had been spoken about it, he said. "Well, Stephen, I told your parents that you were the most well-adjusted teenager and homosexual I've ever me, and that it was they who needed therapy to address and resolve their own conflicts about it."<br /> <br />And ever since, wherever, whenever, with whom ever, I've been myself. Solid. Confident. Frightened. Unsure. Definite. Strong. Kind. Lover. Fuck Buddy. Son. Brother. Friend. Never thinking it was necessary to be 'proud' since I am myself. It is all I've ever known and, with luck, all I will continue to be for a long, long time.<br /> <br />There are a million tales, examples, etc., but they all funnel back to the above. Early knowledge, early assurance, early truth, and a lifetime of being honest and true to the only one to whom I can or must: myself.<br /> <br />At 55, I feel younger, stronger and more confident -- prouder? -- than ever. Maybe I've managed to find a drop of wisdom somewhere along this road.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-699868567568332582010-05-13T07:30:00.000-07:002010-05-27T05:22:22.642-07:00Vermont Barn Cat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1099/4603831666_b8930337af_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1099/4603831666_b8930337af_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4603216917_8718cb1a17_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4603216917_8718cb1a17_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>A little sappy, but I couldn't resist.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-41398655625655275752010-05-13T06:16:00.000-07:002010-05-17T12:59:47.181-07:00Big Falls State Park<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1042/4603894984_ee9e721757_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1042/4603894984_ee9e721757_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Had no idea this was so close to the house, which is only about 20 minutes away. The falls are apparently the largest undammed cascade and gorge remaining on a major Vermont river. The river is the Missiquoi, which at this point flows north, soon entering Canada before turning southwest back into the state, eventually ending up in Lake Champlain. Beautiful, remote and easy to get to. Definitely will go back.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-7480287088939628702010-05-12T07:30:00.001-07:002010-05-12T08:00:39.938-07:00Jay Peak Spring Skiing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1372/4600874965_f847780a3e_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1372/4600874965_f847780a3e_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3410/4601490268_b379dc1072_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3410/4601490268_b379dc1072_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4601490208_39bda558fa_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4601490208_39bda558fa_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4600875041_0b21b289a0_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4600875041_0b21b289a0_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1074/4601490470_31f33242d0_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1074/4601490470_31f33242d0_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>These were from a couple of weeks ago up at Jay after a late spring snow storm. Love that mountain!Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-24816429895165008472010-05-10T15:41:00.001-07:002010-05-10T15:58:04.596-07:00Central Park Spring Evening<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4581220343_5845623c71_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4581220343_5845623c71_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4581850114_73f0a3671e_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4581850114_73f0a3671e_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4581220201_a8605527ea_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4581220201_a8605527ea_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3305/4581220455_7791370fd5_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3305/4581220455_7791370fd5_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Some recent shots from a bike ride around the park.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-87102368923161629682010-04-19T08:50:00.000-07:002010-04-19T13:57:58.903-07:00Monday Morning Reflections<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4534578669_5987178236_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4534578669_5987178236_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Apologies for the very long lapse. I have been hard at work getting my promo book designed and ready to pitch publishers next month. This morning I shot this little gem out across the house at dawn, looking east towards the William Floyd Estate. The colors reflecting off of the water were beautiful. Would love to see this printed large and up on a wall. I can lose myself in there.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-76863884120367531032010-03-04T07:20:00.000-08:002010-03-04T07:26:15.690-08:00Tom Everett Scott<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4406665638_df7c56cae3_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4406665638_df7c56cae3_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Here is a recently discovered shot of the handsome Tom Everett Scott from a cover shoot I did of him a couple of years ago. Not quite sure what it is I like here, but there is something really interesting going on.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-36493763245765249122010-03-02T05:11:00.000-08:002010-05-28T03:16:18.050-07:00The Grand Finale of the Project!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4390255678_5bc70870b9_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4390255678_5bc70870b9_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4401224966_12d96c84ec_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4401224966_12d96c84ec_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />With Jonny, I finished the first phase of the project and have completed all 50 of America's states. Some interesting stats from the journey...120 shoots, 90 single guys, 28 couples & 2 triads. 160 people. 3 of those people have died. And gay men love their animals...I've also shot 34 dogs, 5 cats, 3 birds,1 horse, 1 cow and many, many goats. And Michael takes the prize as the most popular Gay name out there, with 9 men representing. Runners up Kevin and Paul each have 5 entries.<br /><br />Here are the last pics from the Hawaiian adventure and one of the portraits I took of Jonny. I photographed him outside of his home, aka as a van, on a beautiful evening on a rocky coastline nort of Kona. Big thanks to him for helping me finish it so memorably. :)Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-30022764185717225862010-02-28T13:06:00.000-08:002010-05-28T03:15:56.826-07:00Two Step Snorkeling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4390256162_4f2375cd1d_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 750px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4390256162_4f2375cd1d_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Jonny took us to Two Step, apparently one of the best places to snorkel on the big island. But honestly, a little touristy, cold and barren if u ask me. The best part of the morning here was the delicious breakfast that he cooked for us on his camping stove out on the rocks. The Pu'uhonua O Honaunau national historic park is in the distance with all the palm trees.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-1084150104366288122010-02-25T10:50:00.000-08:002010-03-01T03:53:46.168-08:00Kilauea Volcano<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2697/4387304125_5a2b48d90f_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2697/4387304125_5a2b48d90f_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2733/4387304167_e591a2a6c4_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2733/4387304167_e591a2a6c4_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4388065462_a852d48c97_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4388065462_a852d48c97_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2741/4387304215_f77e1f5859_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2741/4387304215_f77e1f5859_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>After the spectacular beach, we headed south to Hilo then beyond to Kilauea Volcano and the Hawaii Volcanoes National Park. It was pretty cool to see all the geothermal activity and surreal landscape. No spewing lava or glow after sunset, but it was amazing all the same. Loved the Japanese tourists in plastic ponchos and the moodiness the fog and mist provided.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-47267666194900632932010-02-23T09:50:00.000-08:002010-05-27T06:19:06.583-07:00Waipi'o Valley & Hi'ilawe Falls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4382005563_983059902f_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4382005563_983059902f_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4383394230_bd7c084b79_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4383394230_bd7c084b79_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4382766328_72ede1723a_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4382766328_72ede1723a_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4382767390_6049b886cb_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4382767390_6049b886cb_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4382767550_b83aea62ce_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4382767550_b83aea62ce_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4386922743_fa94c41aea_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4386922743_fa94c41aea_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4382767842_971a639b15_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4382767842_971a639b15_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4382768320_a533d9e09c_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4382768320_a533d9e09c_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4382768132_f485721886_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4382768132_f485721886_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4037/4382768442_17527d7c61_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4037/4382768442_17527d7c61_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4382007961_2efa1350cf_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4382007961_2efa1350cf_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />The second day on Hawaii started with a trip to the Waipi'o Valley on the northeast coast of the windward (wet) side on the island. Since we had a Jeep and Jonny's knowledge, we waved and went past the guard and headed down the steep road to the valley's floor. It drops about 900 feet in one mile and is not for the faint at heart. I liked that I was driving.... Once we made it to the bottom, we parked along a dirt road and entered an unmarked trail, destination...Hi'ilawe Falls. The 1200' falls are Hawaii's largest and there's a large pool where u can swim under and climb the rocks behind the falls. Super cool. The hike up was not easy and Nick wished he had on more than flip flops for sure. But we made it and the reward was well worth it. There is very little chances of finding the falls if you didn't know where to go and I am so thankful we had Jonny to show us the way. <br /><br />After the swim and hike back down we headed to the relatively empty beach at the mouth of valley and Jonny cooked an excellent seared tuna lunch with papaya for us. A hungry horse lumbered over looking for scraps, loved that. The beach and surrounding cliffs, valleys and waterfalls are all beyond scenic and I would say this ranks as the most beautiful beach I have ever been to. What an amazing place this is, definitely one not to miss when you go to the Big Island. The day was like out of a dream...Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-65170190509885793932010-02-20T05:36:00.001-08:002010-05-28T03:17:48.523-07:00The Big Island & Jonny - Day 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2436/4366240388_5e3e943aa4_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2436/4366240388_5e3e943aa4_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4366240328_e84de69bec_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4366240328_e84de69bec_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4365495421_bd63a27bfe_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4365495421_bd63a27bfe_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4365495353_38d7d36398_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4365495353_38d7d36398_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4366239864_15d4a2856d_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4366239864_15d4a2856d_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2784/4365495167_37162b6db9_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2784/4365495167_37162b6db9_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4366239752_1923f229f0_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4366239752_1923f229f0_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2804/4366239678_cd49e93708_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2804/4366239678_cd49e93708_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4047/4366239562_5914c6e9c7_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4047/4366239562_5914c6e9c7_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4366239330_5d9158897e_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4366239330_5d9158897e_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4366239176_55bbbc69e9_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4366239176_55bbbc69e9_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Moving onto the last of the islands, Hawaii proper, we flew from Maui to the Western and dry side of The Big Island and were greeted by Jonny at the airport with leis he had made himself. The Kona airport was open-air, all planes were greeted by roll up staircases and there were very few walls in the airport at all. It was very cool. He got us settled into our condo rental and we took off for the beach in the Jeep we rented. <br /><br />He took us to a fairly secluded black lava beach north of Kona that had a few homes on it and attracted sea turtles, unbelievbly beautiful! He started the hike out by taking us for a swim in an underground fresh water lava tube known as the Queen's Bath, that was about 100 feet from the ocean. We climbed down a ladder into it and followed swimming behind Jonny and his flashlight, trying to avoid smashing into lava boulders. We made it back quite far and sat on some rocks. Then he turned out the light and we waited in complete darkness till our eyes adjusted and we could barely see a glow. Then he told us to find our way back in the dark. Wild. <br /><br />We then walked along the beach of Kiholo Bay and took in the sights, including fresh water lagoons where the turtles hung out and saw an amazing sunset. Jonny is such an interesting guy who has lived very close to this land for the last ten years, you'll see more of him in the next few posts. He reminded me of John Locke on <span style="font-style:italic;">Lost </span> both in looks and temperament. Perfect guide for Hawaii.<br /><br />We spent the night back at the condo, Jonny cooked us an amazing meal, homemade ginger carrot lemongrass soup, sesame tuna ceviche and a beautiful salad. It was Nick's birthday and Jonny outdid himself. He finished it off with crystallized ginger and local vanilla fresh ice cream. A great birthday for Nick.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-81347752199737754312010-02-15T16:25:00.000-08:002010-02-20T05:34:53.298-08:00Maui Whale Watching and Snorkeling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4359283130_5fa5b62acb_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4359283130_5fa5b62acb_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4359283142_35398e0506_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4359283142_35398e0506_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4361083668_d8b6cf726c_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4361083668_d8b6cf726c_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2694/4360952698_7294f6b9c9_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2694/4360952698_7294f6b9c9_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4359283394_09a287d769_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4359283394_09a287d769_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4360211731_d7816de6bb_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4360211731_d7816de6bb_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4359283248_82377a25e5_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4359283248_82377a25e5_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4360438311_fe46b4ff51_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4360438311_fe46b4ff51_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4361141554_32eb44a8b8_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4361141554_32eb44a8b8_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2572/4360211705_fa93246df8_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2572/4360211705_fa93246df8_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2791/4358541301_84736a6c0c_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2791/4358541301_84736a6c0c_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4360438415_99ab4248ac_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4360438415_99ab4248ac_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4361139964_a1dc144a1a_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4361139964_a1dc144a1a_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4358541157_fdbeb486bf_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4358541157_fdbeb486bf_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Michael, one half of the couple that I shot on Maui, took Nick and me whale watching on a large catamaran, the Trilogy. The weather could have been better for sure, but it was still a great adventure, one that I felt for about 30 hours after we returned. I have decided that I really am better on land and prove it time and time again. A little ironic for a pisces. It was prime whale season and the humpbacks were ALL OVER. Amazing to have so many slapping and waving their tails and fins in the beautiful blue water. Not too many breached all day, but I did catch one rising out of the water and another shot of two tails out of the water at the same time. We snorkeled out at Molokini, a little horseshoe shaped island off shore and I used an underwater camera bag for the old 5d, but it was cumbersome and rather difficult to shoot. Need to get a little waterproof point and shoot for snorkeling, but I did manage to take some decent shots throughout the day. :)Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-42910600726998144532010-02-15T05:12:00.001-08:002010-02-15T05:46:43.000-08:00Maui<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4358540621_5ecdc51d3f_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4358540621_5ecdc51d3f_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/4359282804_84385a767c_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/4359282804_84385a767c_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4358540669_ca40d605c8_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4358540669_ca40d605c8_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4359282922_64c8a2605d_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4359282922_64c8a2605d_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2747/4359282946_55cba573ca_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2747/4359282946_55cba573ca_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2800/4358540695_c2bd93b5df_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2800/4358540695_c2bd93b5df_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4358540811_92d606d0ce_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4358540811_92d606d0ce_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4359282888_aabed553bf_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4359282888_aabed553bf_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2697/4359283086_03d5c07f66_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2697/4359283086_03d5c07f66_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4359283048_3c389eed02_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4359283048_3c389eed02_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2731/4358540843_1d31142b9a_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2731/4358540843_1d31142b9a_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4359283072_75f3f96c89_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4359283072_75f3f96c89_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2804/4358540945_91647b59c4_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px; height: 870px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2804/4358540945_91647b59c4_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Maui was the second island on our Hawaiian adventure. We flew over from Oahu on Hawaiian Air and onto Maui skirting along the many sugar cane fields that grow in the lowlying areas. We spent one great afternoon at Big & Little Beach, the few undeleveloped beaches on the island, another day whale watching and the final day doing the shoot with Michael & Bernard and exploring Haleakala Volcano. We finished the visit off with dinner in Kula, a sweet little mountain town about half way up the mountain. Beautiful! Whale watching pics to follow with a post all to their own.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-49670337720170799112010-02-14T11:14:00.000-08:002010-04-07T10:05:11.707-07:00Oahu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2700/4354984236_0fe6656334_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2700/4354984236_0fe6656334_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4354239137_86a11e2c1a_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4354239137_86a11e2c1a_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4354238779_d58f87331a_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4354238779_d58f87331a_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4354238837_1d68a8c714_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4354238837_1d68a8c714_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4354983994_42b04dbdfc_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4354983994_42b04dbdfc_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4354238881_57dab758ee_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4354238881_57dab758ee_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4354984196_b062c9471e_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4354984196_b062c9471e_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4354239173_97273109f7_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4354239173_97273109f7_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4354984400_e948759177_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4354984400_e948759177_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4354239105_7edfdeac62_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4354239105_7edfdeac62_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/4354239003_f0b40c4ea6_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/4354239003_f0b40c4ea6_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4354239239_63eb16450f_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4354239239_63eb16450f_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>What a COMPLETE slacker in my posting. It has almost been a month! I have been busy working on the book, stories, edit and pulling it all together. Also went to Hawaii, which was the LAST state to visit for the project. Hard to believe I have been to all 50 states in two years. A GREAT feeling and accomplishment. And one well worth the effort. I think it will be awesome. <br /><br />Anyway, here are scenics from the first part of our Hawaiian adventure which was Oahu. We stayed in the Waikiki section of Honolulu. A nice little hotel a few blocks from the beach, our room faced a canal and the mountains and was beautiful. We traveled to the eastern side of the island one day and headed north to shoot 19 year old Brian in the Kahana Valley, who grew up there surrounded by family just inside the park. That side of the island was lush and green and also where they shoot "Lost". One of these shots has the green mountainside that u can easily pick out from scenes on the show. The black island out in the water is Chinaman's Hat also nearby. The shots with the hotels are on the famous Waikiki Beach. We also hiked a trail at the southern part of the island to big cliffs overlooking the ocean and posed for shots on top of the rocks for my friend Derek. <br /><br />It is the first time that Nick joined me on a shoot for the project and we combined a vacation with it. My schedule was way more relaxed than usual and as a result I took many a picture. Had a GREAT time with Nick and hope he can join me for more in the future. :) Btw, lots of clouds on the whole trip, but made for some great pics.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-9250463604393338632010-01-18T06:26:00.000-08:002010-01-18T06:59:28.889-08:00Kris - Gay America, MA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2779/4285029974_488b80c91f_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2779/4285029974_488b80c91f_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4284286061_cee5a7b9be_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4284286061_cee5a7b9be_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>(Oct '08) I am a 38 year old gay man living my life out in Quincy, MA (one city south of Boston). I ended a 14 year relationship just two years ago that may be reuniting. I met my ex-partner just a few months after coming out and was quite comfortable with my life, in fact so comfortable that I gained quite a bit of weight. After some cheating issues we broke things off and I worked my ass off (literally) at the gym. I know that is typical for a gay man, but during the last two years I have had some family issues that have also changed my life dramatically. My sister moved to Mississippi and her two teenage sons were having some issues, and she needed help herself. They both are now living in my house and have been since about 6 months after my break-up. I have seen my life transformed. These two teenagers have been very supportive of my life and even helped me through what was a very tough time in my life. I now have one of them about to move out on his own, a big step for both him and I at this point. I have changed two young family members lives and at the same time regained my own.<br /><br />I have been recently spending time with my ex in between being a “single gay soccer dad” and struggling with my job as a real estate agent in very tough economic times. As you can imagine it was a struggle to date again after such a long term relationship, and even more so with most gay men viewing the raising of two teenage boys as “baggage”. I am proud to have that “baggage” around me every day, and proud of what they have become. They experience a very large portion of my life and spend time with my friends who often help out when I am not available for them.<br /><br />I recently took on the Harbor to Bay bike ride for HIV causes, a 126 mile ride from Boston to Provincetown. At 6:00am, the morning of the ride, as I prepared to pull out of Copley Square in Boston I received a text from the younger of the two boys wishing me luck and providing words of encouragement. He knew and understood what the ride meant to me, raising money for a good cause and a personal challenge. This has simply become a regular life to me at this point.<br /><br />I am blessed to live in Massachusetts where being out is not a problem, even living in a small neighborhood filled with retired people in their 70’s. They have all embraced me, and in fact one of my neighbors recognized my weight loss after the break-up and was concerned and was bringing me meals (typical Italian mother). I am proud of who I am, and have experienced a lot recently. I don’t hide who I am and haven’t since I came out shortly after turning 21. I am also proud to provide an example and environment for my nephews that allows them to develop into who they are and will become. My friend suggested I was a very good candidate to show another side OUT in these times, and I am proud to represent another segment of being out as a gay man.<br /><br />(Nov 09 update) I went to the hospital thinking I had some sort of stomach virus or kidney stones, left 7 days later having 14 inches of my intestines removed and my life completely changed with a colon cancer diagnosis. I had got back together with my ex before this happened and could not have made it through the last three weeks without him. He has been there every step of the way, so at least there was some good coming from him being laid off from work one week prior to this happening. I had even taken on a puppy last May that I was raising for Guiding Eyes for the Blind and he would have went in for training in March, but left early because of my situation. Again, so much for Karma and the belief that good things come to people who help others. However, I have tremendous support from so many people that it is overwhelming at times which helps me redeem that Karma belief (not a religious bone in my body otherwise).<br /><br />Living in the Boston area has it's definite advantages, along with a very diverse and accepting community, it has incredible medical resources. I have picked a great doctor who specializes in my exact type of cancer. He has a team of people, including a surgeon who specializes in liver surgery, which will be my next step along with chemo therapy. Stage 4 Colon Cancer means that it spread, but I am lucky that it had not gone too far. I only have two tiny spots on my liver that need to be removed, and I am hoping that can be done without another huge scar. I know that I will overcome this new obstacle in my life, as I have so many other things. The last few years of my life have taught me so much, but nothing changes your perspective like this has!Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-23167681327483976032010-01-10T12:52:00.000-08:002010-04-07T10:13:00.575-07:00Beautiful Winter Swan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4263065969_6b6edc9a78_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4263065969_6b6edc9a78_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Walking along the beach at dawn and sunrise is one of my favorite things about weekends in Mastic Beach. This morning was no exception. The swans were all sleeping when I started my walk, drifting out on the bay. Then one of them started to swim right towards me. I was thinking we were having a little moment when my neighbor and friend Lorraine came out from behind me with some food for the bird. No special bond it seemed, he just was hungry and knew where to butter his bread, so to speak. Such a beautiful moment, glad I was there with my camera. :o)Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-3194465576382843442010-01-07T05:36:00.000-08:002010-01-07T05:43:28.554-08:00Mary?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2736/4253248369_844b748a1b_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2736/4253248369_844b748a1b_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4047/4254015572_1d339ea82b_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4047/4254015572_1d339ea82b_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4253248651_f9b93c0531_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4253248651_f9b93c0531_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Stumbled across this amazing piece of artwork/graffiti last month that stopped me in my tracks. Returned with a camera to shoot her. Great textures and colors...LOVE it!Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-11506901350830498342010-01-07T04:39:00.000-08:002010-01-07T07:50:11.741-08:00High Line's Standard Hotel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2707/4251997021_2026599c83_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2707/4251997021_2026599c83_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4251996959_08b89bd9e8_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4251996959_08b89bd9e8_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4251996843_45431432d1_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4251996843_45431432d1_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>New amazing piece of architecture straddling the High Line in the Meatpacking District on a cold day a week before Christmas, designed by Todd Schliemann of Polshek Partnership. Reeeealy want to go check out the interiors soon and hang in the swanky bar up top, the Boom Boom Room. Sweet building. Go see it and bring binoculars, especially at night! LOL.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365865.post-18004195527324957512010-01-05T06:35:00.000-08:002010-01-07T07:52:44.003-08:00American Apparel Adscape<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2800/4248188418_91b92da0ae_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2800/4248188418_91b92da0ae_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4009/4248188268_32417c7e12_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4009/4248188268_32417c7e12_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Love these new ads all over the city most likely shot by Terry Richardson. And the addition of someone's trademark mouth cut-out on these wrinkled viral posters is a perfect addition!Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12597256459553150875noreply@blogger.com0