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Dirty Pop

I just got Photoshop a couple weeks ago (bout time right?).  Sooo, I’m in the process of watching youtube video tutorials to get myself familiar, and “Colour Popping” came up.  This is a technique that always caught my eye.  You adjust your image to black & white and then you use the eraser on whatever the desired subject matter is, “popping” the original colors back onto the image.   It actually took a long time (all day) to complete.  The number of photos will grow as I continue to “Pop it like it’s hot.”































Ocoee River Photos 2013: Should I crop this?

I took a lot of video this year, but I still managed to take a few decent stills.  This particular photo was taken on one of those early season high water days when it was still super slow, and there was all the time in the world to get out there.


Should I crop this?


(Left to Right) Bert Elliot, Maria Villegas and Johnny Murphy put on before a mid-day Wildwater trip at the Ocoee River on Sunday, May 12, 2013.  With the flume line in shambles, every day was a high water day.




(If you click on an image, it will start a slideshow.)

The Sooperkools @ Adventures Unlimited on May 25, 2013

Telluride Pond Skim 2013

Telluride Rail Jam 2013

Bear Creek Falls

I’d been in Telluride, Co for three days when John Meason called me Monday morning.  “You ready to do something?”


I had just bought all my gear the day before, and still wasn’t used to the lack of oxygen in the mountain air.  “Yea, I reckon.  What you got in mind?”


“Bear Creek Falls.  It’ll be easy.”


I took this picture when I was almost to the spot that I thought was the top.


The San Juans


Maya came too.


Look at them toes.


By this time I was doing the Grandpa Shuffle trying to make it up the final stretch. This photo came after an epic breather.


Bear Creek Falls is frozen.


Frozen Motion


You can still hear the water running beneath the ice.


Things get cold in the shade at the top of a mountain.


Even the pup got cold.


Time to take the trail back down.


Screw Texas. Everything's bigger in Colorado.

Sunday Sauce: An Awkward Morning Is Better Than A Boring Night

An Awkward Morning is Better Than a Boring Night

(The Trumpets Are The Morning Farts)

By: Michael Barone

Intense nonsense numbing my senses insane.

Inevitable marches feeling the same.

Intoxicating toxins filling my brain.

Intellectually speaking aint part of my game.

I came,

I saw,

I came too quick.

Call me Quick Draw McGraw,

Using a stick.

Silent snoring satisfaction,

Relaxes the thoughts.

Thoughts become, “I just forgots.”

Tomorrow they’ll be, “I shit you nots.”

The trumpets roar in the morning,

Releasing nonvocal opportunists who speak loud and clear.

Proudly, a sniff examines exactly what is happening here.

Clearing sinuses

Minus the fears.

Obviously this

Is the left over beers.

Cheers to both.

I’m gonna keep this close.

Anxiously awaiting that second dose.

I blindly examine my prize with satisfaction-

Rationally, reacting passionately.

I selfishly keep my prize that still hovers-


Tucked away safely

Underneath the covers.




That last one woke her up.

What’s her name?

This is just awkward.

“Yea I’ll get your number.”

“I’ll call you sometime.”

Some time.

Line after line after line after line.

Now it’s about that time

For that one last hug,

Giving myself one last chance

To lie like a rug.



Why is this awkward moment still alive?

“Your car is downtown?

And I need to drive?”

How could I have forgot?

Forgetting that when I’m drunk I make promises a lot.

I’d rather be giving myself a tetanus shot.

“You thought I was gonna drive you?

I’m all out of gas.”

Sounding like an ass with this story that I’m trying to pass.

(I laughed)

(I sighed)

(I cried)

(I squinted my eyes with pride)

(I pried my manners into her ass)

Harassing myself.

“Go get my keys,

They’re on the top shelf.”

Loud volume nobly taking a stance,

As my sunglasses protect every painful glance.

Every chance I get,

I look the other way.

Trying to figure out at least one word to say,

As we stop.

Govt Mule and Col. Bruce @ The Georgia Theatre

Govt Mule brought the heat to the Georgia Theatre in Athens Wednesday night.  I was even more surprised with Col. Bruce.  This man can PLAY.  His homeboy, AJ Ghent, can rip that slide too.  I smuggled my camera in and shot Col. Bruce, but as soon as Mule came out, they told me I couldn’t keep taking pictures.  LAME.  The few Mule shots I took from the front row before they caught me didn’t cut it.  It was funny too, because as soon as they told me to put my camera away, I  busted out the iPhone and started videoing.  Retarded.  I had a great time, and I still love the Georgia Theatre though.  Life is good.




Col. Bruce is the man!



AJ Ghent on the slide.


AJ Ghent


I really liked the sound guy's lights.


Warren from the crowd.


It was a great show.




Three historic people (off the top of my head) who have their own symbols…

Read the comments.



Well, off the top of my head I can think of a few people that have their own symbols, and work them well……



The Artist Formerly Known As Prince







Laborless Tuesday: September 5, 2012 – 12:17 A.M




He lost his pants by the end of the whole thing.


Lords of Ducktown.




I need help for this caption.


I like to party.


Doug, the fresh express, making the best out of it.




River Zombies. Coming Soon.


The rebellion.


So, if I were to set up shop for an easy to get to Ocoee shot, it’d be the North Shore Boof.


J Dog always crushes it.


Meason crushes it in the Crossfire.




Juan A




MARK Miller.


The boof stroke of the year.


Phil Cahn gives excellent advice.


Lords of Ducktown.


Grant Fowler (ask to hear him play the drums, guitar, banjo, bass, didgeridoo, juice harp, kaossilator, etc,).


Thanks everybody. Stay safe, and out of trouble.