Friday, May 6, 2011

Journey To The Mile High City

Bret, my friend and co-worker, just moved to Denver this past weekend. Originally I had planned to move with him as well, but the move for me hasn't come to fruition. So I decided to give him a hand in the move from start to finish and take a cross-country journey to Denver with him.



So back in Falls Church, VA we packed up all his belongings into the 16' truck and headed to the Dogfish Head Ale House for some dinner, beer, and the first of the Caps' losing games. Afterwards, we came back home to clean the house, shelves, and appliances one last time.



With all the dust, cat dander, and pollen, I felt absolutely miserable! Keep this part of the story in mind when I get to describing Denver. So the next morning I said goodbye to the miseries and we headed off into the Appalachian mountains starting our 2 1/2 day trek across America with it's diverse landscapes and people.





Western Virginia and West Virginia were nothing much to take note of other than the horrible 7.1 MPG the truck was getting climbing the hills. Kentucky was much the same other than the gentle rolling hills and the bourbon distilleries. What was quite the surprise though was going through Illinois and parts of Missouri was the flooding and how massively swollen the rivers were. We were mesmerized by farms that appeared to be sitting in the middle of a lake like a surreal painting. The rivers were so full they were just about touching the bottoms of bridges, and their banks seemed to be several football fields wider than what was normal. On top of all this, we saw a bit of tornado damage after passing St Louis.



As we forged onward, the land became more and more flat. Most of it was the gentlest of rolling hills you've ever seen, but flat none the less. Eastern Kansas was actually very green and quite beautiful, until we reached the western side. FLAT, flat as ever can be! Especially once we crossed into the Eastern part of Colorado, we were definitely in the high planes. Up several thousand feet, arid, flat, and desolate. The last time I saw this was in Eastern New Mexico.



We carried on until finally reaching Denver. At first civilization began to reappear, then we vaguely made out the massive Rockies on the horizon, then finally the actual downtown area popped up on the horizon.



So after arriving, meeting Bret's landlord/roommate DeAnna, unpacking, and resting, we began exploring the city. Checking out the food, excellent local beers, and wandering around the largest REI (these people love their outdoors). The rest of my time here for the most part was organizing boxes, eating and drinking notable local brews, and wandering the mountains.







Before my first trip up into the mountains, I saw that Bret's friend John had snow shoes in the back of his van. I could see from the neighborhood the snow covered mountains, but I didn't think that they'd be totally necessary in May. More on this later. So we headed up to the Flatirons in Chautauqua Park.





After a few days of my body trying to acclimate to the higher altitude, we embarked on a 1,500 vertical ft hike that took us up to 7k ft. Man was I sucking wind! We made it to a saddle between peaks and had a rest and snacks with an amazing overlook onto the next ridge.



The next day we set off to Rocky Mountain National park. We were lucky that there were enough roads open. Yes, open as in not covered in snow! Much of the park's roads were covered in 14' of snow! After a bit of driving to scenic overlooks with spectacular views of Long's Peak, we drove up to Bear Lake. This tiny lake that sits at 10,000 ft was totally covered in snow and ice.... and I had on my trusty pair of FiveFingers (basically barefoot). We did some minor walking about the lake since the snow was still a few feet deep.



So, Denver... How was it?
Spectacular! If you like the outdoors, beautiful scenery, 300 days of sun, local micro brews (that are top notch), very warm and inviting people, then it's definitely worth at least a visit! And to top it off, my allergies were basically nonexistent. My only word of advice to those of you that live near sea level such as myself... Don't do anything too strenuous the first few days, drink TONS of water (it's very arid), and alcohol hits you a bit harder a mile up as well!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Monthly Update

It's been awhile, too long. I haven't posted anything here since my trip to Boston because of the sheer fact of being way too busy with my audio job in DC. I have started a personal project in the past month though. I'm not exactly too sure as to what to call it. I've explained my fascination with photography by saying that I'm "Stealing souls, interpreting moments, and stopping time dead in it's tracks." I've also been very intrigued by eyes. So what's this project?

Eyes are very expressive, some even believe that they are the windows to the soul. They can't lie or hide behind false emotions. It's how you know if someone is genuinely laughing, or if it's a fake nervous laugh just to appease you. Some cultures it is rude to look directly into one's gaze, others it's rude and there's no connection if you don't. There's the evil eye which is the eye of jealousy, or a stare is that of want or lust. The eye is just as intriguing and mysterious as it is biologically a work of marvel and evolutionary genius. Functionality, aid in predation and defense, non-verbal communicator, and the quickest to heal in the human body. What isn't this amazing organ?



So what I'll be doing over the next few months is taking photos of your beautiful eyes. If you'd like to volunteer, either leave a message at my FaceBook, or email me at jpzfoto@gmail.com and we'll setup a date and time. If you've contacted me already and we haven't gotten your eyes yet, we'll definitely get them. I've been super busy as of late, but we'll get you and reschedule.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

St. Pattie's Journey Begins

So the journey begins...

I left my house my house thinking that my MegaBus was leaving at 9:45pm. Wrong! Sitting in my car just miles from my house, listening to something with an upbeat tempo - Benny Benassi, or maybe some Ghostland Observatory. Music that makes you rally none the less - I check my email to see where exactly my bus picks up. Shit! Departure time is 9:15pm! And I'm still Woodbridge, VA at 8:20pm. Fuck getting dinner, forget buying those reasonably priced suburban Virginia cigarettes, peddle to the metal up 95 to NW DC!

So I make it to Woodley Park, NW DC in record time. I park in my usual spot where I work, run with my full backpack for over a mile to Connecticut Ave, and hail a cab. Drive! Fast! I've got a bus to catch that leaves in 15 min! The cabby was cool, made it happen, and with enough time to spare for my last cigarette before my 9 1/2 hour trip.



The trip starts out well as we pass Baltimore. We stop somewhere for a second small pickup up excited travelers. But wait! Apparently we have to wait for a second bus to transfer to because unbeknownst to us, our bus had barely limped to where we stopped. Awesome! So we all sit for a little over an hour, waiting for this second bus. Cigarette break...

The second long leg of the bus trip was filled with sleep, being jolted awake, rinse and repeat. But I finally made it to South Station.



After walking into a town where no one's awake yet and I have no sense of bearing, I started heading East where I knew Faneuil Hall and the water was. So I walked in a bit of a drowsy state to the end of the pier and watched the sun rise over Boston Harbor.

After a bit of relaxation, I smiled with the rising sun and set off to find some breakfast.

After indulging in an awesome egg sandwich and coffee, made the trek to the edge of town on the T to check in at my hostel.





A basic room with four other roommates I have yet to meet, but their personal belongs were all about the room. But, this is all I'll need when I wander back tonight after an adult beverage soaked night out on the town.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Zen at the top of the world, kinda...

This past Tuesday my co-worker and friend, Bret, and I went to bag a little peak in the area known as Old Rag Mountain. It's one of the few mountains on the east coast that has an alpine feel to it as you near it's peak. What I mean by this is that the trees become sparse and whatever vegetation there is near the top is very short and mangey. Pretty much, it is a bald mountain near the top.



It was interesting how just under two hours East of where we live, it had been in the upper 50's and miserably raining, yet as we approached the Shenandoah mountains we kept asking each other if the white interspersed among the trees in the hills was snow. Sure enough, it was snow!
Before I continue, I have to explain that there is almost a mile of Class 3 climbing that is required to reach the summit. It's nothing too intense where ropes are needed, but this is a hike where you have to use your upper body strength as much as your lower body.



So back to this snow part. It made the scenery and the hike very scenic with the snow and ice slowly melting in the early spring sun. It was a beautiful sunny day in the mid to upper 50's with only wisps of clouds in a deep blue sky. Couldn't ask for better. But that damn ice! There were parts that seemed almost impassable. Parts where there was a steep incline/decline, with rock scrambling, all surrounded by this frozen in time ice flow. The ice was to the point in certain shaded areas that easy man made steps were not so easy at all!



Despite the "treacherous" conditions, it was a great hike! We spent about an hour and a half at the summit. I brought along my backpacker's stove and pot and had a hot beef stew, a plum, and the all too stereotypical granola bar. Eating in front of amazing scenery!



Thursday, March 3, 2011

Life Frustrations

As I sit here in front of my "desk" at work fighting to keep my eyes open, many things have gone through my head. Things from disdain to euphoric anticipation.



So far I have worked 31 hours in the past two days with 2 1/2 hours of sleep between those two days. I'm half way through my 12 hour day today, but I have a bad feeling we'll be here past 6pm today... We here are doing a conference for diversity within the work place and academia. As interesting as the subject is to someone, I have no interest in it. At least not this detailed, long and drawn out.



So why post on here? Since the beginning of January I have been working long hours (50-60+ hours/week) with little to no sleep, and of course almost no sleep if I try to socialize. To add to this, I have put my free time into photography whether it be with the newspaper or stock photos. So to get to the point. It's amazing first of all how much stress the body can manage, but what's more peculiar are the affects of this stress on cognition, perception, and mood. It is absolutely amazing how lately I've quite literally floated through life.



With that rant out of the way, I truly feel that I am on the cusp of greatness! I had six newspaper assignments in the past two weeks (which is much more than I have ever been assigned in that time frame), another this weekend that I have to decline because I already have a different shoot lined up, a few more possible photography and video opportunities to come, and most importantly coming very close to some major changes.

Hopefully more to come with great news to share in about four weeks.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Fresh new face for the blog

Project Interesting got me through some rough times, and I've made a friend out of it as well. All in all, Project Interesting = Project Successful. If it isn't obvious by the lack of posts for PI, I think its ran its course and has been done with for quite some time. This doesn't mean I don't ask for an interesting story whenever anyone asks for a cigarette, use my lighter, etc... I just am not excited about the half-assed stories I usually get. So! In the spirit of change and the pursuit of expanding my endeavors, I've decided to change the theme of this blog. Being that this is Floating Through Life, why not document the journey? I've been in the habit of uploading to facebook pictures of interesting tid bits that shine through the mundane of everyday life. Thinking about this, and the fact that somewhat frequently I shoot for my local paper, why not switch the blog over to somewhat of a photography blog??

So, welcome to version 2.0! This week should be a fun one starting with a community holiday parade and a holiday party tomorrow, and some portraits in the days after.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Project Interesting

-Evan
After telling Evan my interesting story of how I snapped a roller derby girl's arm while arm wresting to get him thinking of his own, he stayed with the topic of pain to women. Its always funny how us 'gentlemen' treat the ladies like ladies, until an unexpected accident happens. Evan told me one time he was on the sports field at school with his lady friend at the time, where he saw her and proceeded to run up to her. He thought it would be a great idea to football tackle her (I suppose to show is excitement of seeing her). Of course this turned out to not go as planned. Evan took her down, as one would in a football tackle, but also cracked her rib(s). Awesome! He then broke into a second story dealing in pain. After enjoying some finger licking good hot wings with (help me here Evan if you read this) Dave's Hot Sauce. Apparently one of the hottest wings sauces around. Later that night he hung out with a lady friend of that time. As the night progressed, he began to stir her soup (stick with me here, if you can't figure it out... uhm.... just stick with me here). She told him it was hot and as most guys think, "totally hot! I know!" Not thinking hot like spicy hot. Finally it just got... too hot... and things weren't good for a few days to say the least.

-Cecile
Cecile, Cecile, Cecile... Good effort at least, and stepping up when no one else in your group of friends wanted to. Also following the pain theme. Cecile used to play field hockey. After games (did I get that right??), her and her team mates would hit the ball over to the bench. On one occasion, her pregnant coach was at the benches. Now this is where the story could have gone from interesting to epic, but unfortunately the story stays on the straight and narrow path. The ball hit the pregnant coach right in her bent over rear.

Moral of the stories?
Chicken wings taste great!