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Mt. Whitney, California
On June 26th I summited Mt. Whitney for the second time with some good friends, the talented huydoan being one of them. At the wonderful hour of 2am, we awoke (having hardly slept) to start our way up the 97 switchbacks. We fought 40-60mph winds all the way up a narrow, snowy, icy trail, when a smarter hiker might have turned back. The winds were constant, but sudden gusts would rise up out of the darkness, nearly knocking us over several times. I lead, calling out obstacles and kneeling when the winds became too violent near the dangerous ridges. The temperature was a comfy 20-30 degrees fahrenheit the entire way up.
The high-altitude was getting to me, despite having spent a few days around 8,000ft, so I was encumbered with a pounding headache and all-over fatigue. We made it to the summit around 6:45am. When I opened the door to the Smithsonian Institution Shelter, I expected to find it occupied by maybe one or two others seeking shelter from the storm (judging from haphazardly discarded backpack outside). When I cracked the door open the wind tore it from my grasp, violently slamming it into the stone wall of the structure. To our mutual surprise, the eyes of ten startled men stared out at me from within the 10’x10’ hovel.
These gentlemen had spent the night up here, too scared to descend in the wind and cold. They quickly offered me some hot chocolate and place to sit, which was awesome of them because I was nearly delirious from the physical exertion and cold. Our new friends were impressed by our “bravery” in ascending with the wind the way it was, but I assured them they would be safer calling it stupidity.
In the end, we waited a little and went back down the way we came, further impressing the guys in the hut. Sadly, we never walked to the edge of the summit and looked down upon the valley below. The summit was entombed in clouds, anyway.
I risked my life with Huy and Tashina, and having survived I can say it was really fucking cool to have made it to the summit despite the bad weather. Mt. Whitney is easily in the top three most beautiful places I have ever experienced, and I’m glad I was able to share it with a few more great people.
P.S. This looks better BIG
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Mt. Whitney, California
This is a long exposure, shot on film with the help of my Hasselblad 500cm. The location is Trail Camp on Mt. Whitney, which is the tallest mountain in the contiguous United States at 14,505ft. That night the winds were between 40-60 miles per hour, but I set my tripod with a wide stance and hung a bag of rocks from the center post. In this four-hour exposure, the surrounding landscape is illuminated purely by starlight.
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VIRGINIA CITY, NEVADA
This is another on of my best friends Cody Smith (codyslr) he is always down to get shit done and he shoots film like a boss. I feel extremely fortunate to have been able to witness him grow into an extremely talented photographer and i look forward to seeing everything he creates. If it wasn’t for this guy i probably wouldn’t be working so damn hard all the time.

So after that long description i suppose this is the second photo of my catalog of portraits of the people closest to me.
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Fuller Lake, California
I love having my film developed to find photographs I had forgotten about. This is from a snow-camping adventure in which we most certainly should have gotten completely stuck, because we went during a snow storm. The next morning Travis dragged my Subaru Impreza behind him with his truck (loaded down with a camper) through a 1/2 mile of deep snow. We ended up digging out a 10’x10’ section of a berm to escape, but otherwise we made it just fine.
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Just outside Rosamond, California 
These are posting photographs from my recent 475-mile bicycle tour from Reno, NV to Los Angeles
At approximately 6:30pm of the 5th day, after stopping to eat, rest and hydrate ourselves, we left a gas station near Rosamond to ride the final 30 miles to Red Rocks Canyon State Park. The sun was already behind the massive mountains to the west, and we rode until well after dark. We cruised in the middle of the night on the suspiciously busy desert highway; no street lights, no moon, and a very thin shoulder. We rode on like this for 25 miles.
Sometimes I would take a long sloping turn out into the middle of the midnight highway, illuminated only by my small bike light and those of my companions. I would ride as fast as I could, gazing out toward the millions of stars that comprise the Milky Way. I was trying my best to make something else of the seemingly endless, and very dangerous 20 mile ride to camp. It worked.
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Just outside Rosamond, California 
These are posting photographs from my recent 475-mile bicycle tour from Reno, NV to Los Angeles
At approximately 6:30pm of the 5th day, after stopping to eat, rest and hydrate ourselves, we left a gas station near Rosamond to ride the final 30 miles to Red Rocks Canyon State Park. The sun was already behind the massive mountains to the west, and we rode until well after dark. We cruised in the middle of the night on the suspiciously busy desert highway; no street lights, no moon, and a very thin shoulder. We rode on like this for 25 miles.
Sometimes I would take a long sloping turn out into the middle of the midnight highway, illuminated only by my small bike light and those of my companions. I would ride as fast as I could, gazing out toward the millions of stars that comprise the Milky Way. I was trying my best to make something else of the seemingly endless, and very dangerous 20 mile ride to camp. It worked.
by Cody William Smith
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Between Lone Pine, CA and Red Rock Canyon State Park
These are photographs from my recent 475-mile bicycle tour from Reno, NV to Los Angeles.
It was a hot, bright day in Lone Pine, and we needed to ride 90 miles to our next checkpoint. This beats the distance covered on any other day of the trip by about 20 miles. The land was flat, which would have been nice, if it weren’t for the 15-25mph head wind fighting us the entire way. It was an exhausting battle for the next 60 miles.
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Between Lone Pine, CA and Red Rock Canyon State Park
These are photographs from my recent 475-mile bicycle tour from Reno, NV to Los Angeles.
It was a hot, bright day in Lone Pine, and we needed to ride 90 miles to our next checkpoint. This beats the distance covered on any other day of the trip by about 20 miles. The land was flat, which would have been nice, if it weren’t for the 15-25mph head wind fighting us the entire way. It was an exhausting battle for the next 60 miles.
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Lone Pine Campground, Mt. Whitney, California
This week I’m posting photographs from my 475-mile bicycle tour from Reno, NV to Los Angeles.
Here’s Jason on top of a boulder, surveying Mt. Whitney from our camp site on the morning of the 5th day.
I happen to be at the summit of Mt. Whitney (or very near it) at this exact moment (10:30am, 06/26). I’m shooting extensively with my Hasselblad 500cm and Yashica; I hope to bring back some good stuff.
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Somewhere outside Bishop, California
This week I’m posting photographs from my 475-mile bicycle tour from Reno, NV to Los Angeles.
Not long after our departure from the hot springs I hit a bump on the shoulder of the highway, which caused my chain to become dislodged. I fell  behind the others (Jason was way out ahead of us anyway), but I did catch up to Tim pretty quick. I came around this windy ridge to find him perched atop a large collection of boulders overlooking a green valley.
I pulled over and stood up there with him, and he explained to me he felt like he needed to stop and just look for a moment. “What’s the rush?” he asked. This is something I had been trying to explain to them from the beginning, and I was proud to stumble upon Tim enjoying a very zen moment overlooking this gorgeous valley. I admit I felt even more vindicated; as if my dragging them both to the hot springs fostered a kind of reverence for the places we were passing through. This is a feeling I know all too well, and I’m always hoping to create photographs that pass that on to others.
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Somewhere outside Bishop, California
This week I’m posting photographs from my 475-mile bicycle tour from Reno, NV to Los Angeles.
Not long after our departure from the hot springs I hit a bump on the shoulder of the highway, which caused my chain to become dislodged. I fell  behind the others (Jason was way out ahead of us anyway), but I did catch up to Tim pretty quick. I came around this windy ridge to find him perched atop a large collection of boulders overlooking a green valley.
I pulled over and stood up there with him, and he explained to me he felt like he needed to stop and just look for a moment. “What’s the rush?” he asked. This is something I had been trying to explain to them from the beginning, and I was proud to stumble upon Tim enjoying a very zen moment overlooking this gorgeous valley. I admit I felt even more vindicated; as if my dragging them both to the hot springs fostered a kind of reverence for the places we were passing through. This is a feeling I know all too well, and I’m always hoping to create photographs that pass that on to others.
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Wild Willy’s Hot Springs, Mono County, California
This week I’m posting photographs from my 475-mile bicycle tour from Reno, NV to Los Angeles.
Here are just a few more from Wild Willy’s. As I said, riding 70-miles a day is very difficult and time-consuming, especially in 100 degree head and with a 15-25mph head wind. Detours like these were unfortunately rare, so I took the opportunity to shoot as many photos as possible. Aside from that, this natural oasis and the land surrounding it is a paradise compared to the rest of the Mojave.
by Cody William Smith
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Wild Willy’s Hot Springs, Mono County, California
This week I’m posting photographs from my 475-mile bicycle tour from Reno, NV to Los Angeles.
Here are just a few more from Wild Willy’s. As I said, riding 70-miles a day is very difficult and time-consuming, especially in 100 degree head and with a 15-25mph head wind. Detours like these were unfortunately rare, so I took the opportunity to shoot as many photos as possible. Aside from that, this natural oasis and the land surrounding it is a paradise compared to the rest of the Mojave.
by Cody William Smith
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Wild Willy’s Hot Springs, Mono County, California
This week I’m posting photographs from my 475-mile bicycle tour from Reno, NV to Los Angeles.
Here are just a few more from Wild Willy’s. As I said, riding 70-miles a day is very difficult and time-consuming, especially in 100 degree head and with a 15-25mph head wind. Detours like these were unfortunately rare, so I took the opportunity to shoot as many photos as possible. Aside from that, this natural oasis and the land surrounding it is a paradise compared to the rest of the Mojave.
by Cody William Smith
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