Happy Birthday.

Evan is 16.
On the 27th.
I hope all goes well for you, my brother.
Sorry about your fracture.
Keep on being awesome.
Can't wait to hang out at the end of the summer.

Here's the man.

Yeah, we're all pretty tight.

He always knows how to have some fun.

He's cool.

You're the best.

Time to Pretend

Here is our bonfire. We watched whales breach in the ocean at sunset.

Longboarding, Alaskan style.

The cruise ships take off at night, and the views from shore can be quite spectacular.

Missing you.

Hey brother, I'm proud of you. You've got swagger like no one else I've ever met. Come home safe.

This is a bald eagle.
It represents America.
They truly are majestic and noble.
Especially wild and free.

We go hiking whenever we have the opportunity. There are more miles of hiking trails in Juneau than there are roads. So far, not one has been a disappointment. Here we found tide pools and and an abandoned pier from the old gold mining industry.

My roommate, Andrew, and I, on a hike.

A forest.

Here I am standing atop a glacier. The ice is approximately 150 years old and the glacier moves about 2 feet per day. The ice fields above receive hundreds of inches of snow a year and it continuously falls and packs until the ice is formed.

This is what it looks like beneath a glacier. The weight of the hundreds of feet of ice on top pushes all the air bubbles out of the ice, and it appears blue. The most brilliant thing I have ever seen.

The largest ice cube I have ever found beneath a glacier.

You know, it's Juneau.

I've been here for a week now. It is beautiful. I feel like I'm in Neverland... there is no road access to Juneau, only by plane or by boat. For all I know, I could be on a magical island somewhere. The weather has been unexpectedly pleasant. The cruise ships have started to come in and we're getting busy. Here are a few shots of the natural wonderland around.

Me. Enjoying a nice day in Seattle.

Troll Under the Bridge.

The Gum Wall.

Ode to a glassblower.

So on some adventures today, we ran across glass. It was colorful and incredible. The world is full of surprises, and I hope you enjoy seeing these. The images don't quite do justice, but you can almost feel how non-terrene these creations are.

These shapes are modeled after sealife.

The colors against the stormy Pacific Northwest are striking.

This is a bridge and the entire ceiling is a collection of assorted glassworks. I never knew that somebody could do that many different pieces, in that many colors, and as such a labor-intensive art medium.

A close up of the ceiling.

Oh, you know, just a few vases and such. No big deal. This only about one fourth of all that were on display.

And so begins...

Summer break has begun even before summer could come. Thanks BYU for making nature and her functions revolve around, and try to catch up to, you. It has only been a few days, but oh what a few days they were. I'd say that that is has been a good start thus far.

What more could I do post finals?

Naturally, we began our explorations of the Northwest. A rather inviting spring day.

Safety was always in consideration.

We found driftwood and secluded beaches.

We found houses for all our best friends to buy.

The colors here are glamorous.

I drive. You drive. We all drive.

Cars are symbolic of our society. Freedom, consumerism, individuality and expression are manifested through the vehicles we drive. A car is an extension of its owner's personality. Cars tell our incomes. Cars show what we value.

Like a fingerprint, each car on the road is different and unique. Yet like all fingerprints, they are inherently nearly identical and indistinguishable in their form and function. Under intense scrutiny, a car, like a fingerprint, can be classified and categorized and rated. When viewed distantly and collectively, cars, like fingerprints, appear uniform and homogenized.

For me, part of the beauty and interest is found in the multiplicity of the cars in their vast quantities. Similarly, I find beauty and interest in the individuality and identity of each and every car. Our cars tell our story. My car tells my story.

A few shots in my life as of late:

Some things I miss.
I will think of them this summer.

Barefoot soccer on the San Diego waterfront.

Dodgeball tournaments.

Creative projects.

Late night photo shoots.

Escaping for a weekend.

Swimming in public fountains with my brothers.

Bruce.

Playing in public parks.

Family.