Taken by my cousin Carter on his telephone. (ca. 2007)
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In the shadow of Mt. Shasta, California
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The Salmon River, Altmar, N.Y.
More snow is coming. (2008)
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Nauset Beach, East Orleans, Mass.
When we were young The Cape Cod National Seashore breaks here at Nauset Harbor. Behind us, to the north across the inlet, was the site of Henry Beston’s ‘Outermost House,’ and in between lay the promise of large fish. Unfortunately on this day in October 2008, it was only the promise. It was a 3-mile hike round-trip in the sand to get there, and it was worth every step.
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Premarathon dinner, Boston
You don’t want to know. (2008)
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On the road to Nice, France
Like Philadelphia in March (2008)
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Mystery establishment, Tokyo
Everything else on this street looked normal. This place sits on the little side street that runs along railroad tracks. I had no clue what lay behind those doors, but it looked naughty. (2007)
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Twilight, East Orleans, Mass.
To the right, which is east, waves tell stories of tomorrow’s fishing. My mother’s parents built this house on some high ground about a quarter-mile from the beach for their retirement in 1967. In September’s final weeks, there’s a peace that settles over the land, which juts out about 35 miles into the ocean off the mainland. By this time of the evening, my back is sore from spending all day wading with a fly rod in hand, and, if memory serves, there’s a bourbon on ice just below the bottom of this frame. (2007)
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Sunrise, Singapore
Low tide is better for fishing. Even at this hour, the tropical heat will leave you drenched. Soon the small fishing boats will arrive, giving way to the tourist boats that course up and down this vein that cuts through the city-state, revealing a quilting of old stucco and soaring glass. (2007)
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Near the Col du Galibier, Savoie, France
The air looks cool, but the sun was hot. Driving in a foreign country heightens the experience. I drove the family’s Renault minivan, pulling over every 15 miles or so to wait, while my wife and her parents attacked the mountains on their bikes. Bicyclists are given the right of way on France’s mountain roads, perhaps because it’s understood they’re attempting a fair fight. (2007)
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Next to the train tracks, McCloud, Calif.
Once in a while, something came down the road. (2007)