I spend a lot of time around snow. I go to college in central Maine where the snow comes early and leaves late. I grew up snowboarding at Mt. Hood Meadows in the winter and Timberline in the summer. Skiing and snowboarding style has gotten pretty boring recently with everyone wearing variations of the same prints and cuts. I want to dress like this when I snowboard.
Yesterday, I went on a walk in a small town in central Maine looking for things that could as easily be from the 1930's as 2009. Since the 1950's, central Maine has changed little short of the infestations of Walmarts, McDonalds, and Timmy Hortons. Textile factories, logging, shipyards, and paper mills dominated economic landscape of of central Maine until the fifties and sixties when these companies either closed for business all together or moved out west or abroad. Now the largest employers in the area are hospitals and colleges. My friends and I affectionately call central Maine the deep south of the far north.
Here is a panorama I made of the abandoned Lockwood Mills cotton textile plant. The plant has remand relatively untouched since it closed its doors for business in the mid fifties.
I really liked this sign, for Laverdiere's Rexall Drug.
I have been juicing all day. Not in the Barry Bonds or Roger Clemens sense but in the Jay Kordich, aka the Juiceman, stealing-produce-from-the-college-dining-halls sense.
My brother brought a copy of The Juiceman Audio Cassette Series for comic relief on a cross country drive in late August of 07. The Juiceman's soothing voice got us through a flat tire in South Dakatoa, the let down of Mt. Rushmore, and a shitty motel in Minnesota.
Today, I stumbled across a 4.99 (5.25 with tax) Juiceman jr. in the electronics section of my neighborhood Goodwill. After giving the cashier a five dollar bill and one quarter and telling her to keep the change, I ran across the street to my apartment tenderly holding my bounty like an LA Riot looter. In my kitchen, I rummaged through the cabinets and refrigerator looking for anything juice-able. Eventually, I found some baby carrots, next to the humus, and some apples and made a nice cup of nutrients and vitamins.
Here are some videos that ad context to the juicing movement.
For the last three winters, I have spent a lot of time at Sugarloaf, a hellishly cold and desolate ski area in central Maine. Regardless of the current chapter of my love/hate relationship with Sugarloaf, I am always on the lookout for their simple, yet eloquent logo. Anyone can draw the simple equilateral triangle with a snow cap on one corner, putting it in league with logos like Nike and the Obama Campaign. I also really like the timelessness of the simple blue and white color scheme.
I saw this bumper sticker in Jackson Wyoming in front of a brewpub.
I left my job in New York in the summer of 2011 and moved into a camper. Since then, I have driven 100,000 miles around the west, surfing and camping. During the summer of 2014, I set up a home base in the Columbia River Gorge. These are some of my stories and photos.
