This past week was one of the most interesting assignments I’ve ever had. I’ll leave out the details of many parts, as blogs are public, aren’t they?
I spent most of the week with Scott Lindquist in Wasilla (and on the boat out of Whittier). Here we are waiting on the northern lights on a random lake near his home. He fell through the lake last week. We managed to stay on top of the ice this time.
Earlier on the same day, I was helping Scott save a 500lb glacier ice chunk from hitting the ground. We lost. The ice hit the ground, but it also hit my face on the way to the ground. Luckily, I was photographing the top trauma surgeon in all of Alaska. She called ahead to the ER and I was seen quickly. It would be like going to a rap concert with Snoop Dogg or walking into a cheesy love-song-only-karaoke bar packed full of 15 year old girls with John Mayer or watching a action movie with Jean Claude Van Dam. A little bit of glue above and below my eye, and I was back at the distillery.
A talented photographer friend of mine, Jody McDonald, put me in touch with her brother, a bush pilot in Willow, AK. We flew at sunset.
More images will be seen in Outside Magazine sometime in 2012.
