One of my favorite things about cycling in Los Angeles is how during certain times of the year, you can go from an overcast, crummy morning into a sunlit shining day by simply climbing 5,000 feet into the sky. I’ve seen this sort of scene countless times, but
I’ve been playing around with black and white photos for the last month or so. This photo was taken early on, mostly on accident, and I love how it turned out as this sort of “bad photocopy” level of harshness where the clear blue sky turned solid black. This
I was in Montana recently for a long weekend, where the bulk of my time was spent on a boat on a lake, which was glorious. But I did sneak in a bike ride. I snagged a rental and copped the short route of the Last Best Ride, which had
I’ve been trying to experiment with getting more in the foreground—didn’t really work here, but whatever. The mountains outside Los Angeles are starting to take a strange turn, as they often do in late Summer. Equally green and burnt to a crisp, browned and yellowed, with a
I’ve accidentally done my last two big rides through areas in California recently on fire. Or maybe there are just so many areas that have been on fire in the last decade that this is inevitable. This time, the ride was along the Rincon trail in Angeles National Forest,
A couple weeks ago, I finally made it up to Northern California for a ride. Specifically, to Big Basin State Park. I linked together a series of fire and forest roads using the Old Growth Classic bike race as a base for my route. This was easier said than done,