Labor Day Weekend '09 - Unaweep

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Labor Day Weekend '09 - Unaweep

Ryen

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Ryen (Spontaneous Prose - unedited) Current mood:Exact What is they say about pain… I can't exactly remember a heart beat so sweet Do you remember the intensity of our zero hour moments… Walking across our ghost town streets And how we find our love street wet… From the intensely furious Denver spring rains and our pride lions roaming free Could we ever imagine the razor intensity of this springs bloom… Across our forever vast imagination fields Can we construct from our world the depths of our imagination… And realize the momentum from our hunger driven nails Your nails that you cut down that beautiful French crossed morning… Your head down and strong in stunning curiosity The coincidence of strength in your picture from home… You saved close to your heart for so many years and showed to me this morning A heart that found a new window in time… Our time today Time for us… Is forever Forever my liquid Lioness... Roaming free in your territory of raging rock gardens

G-pass!

Empire

projekt...

07/22:5 Rhodes

Unaweep - 07/03/09

The sun rises and sets; all within a naturalistic harmony... until, your capitalistic madness determines that you have something to do with it. A wonderful day of Unaweep bouldering with my beautiful partner…

Unaweep - 07/04/09

I walked across the desert canyon this morning, drinking a Starbucks along the way, eventually feeling slightly absurd as the sun worked the horizon. I found a large boulder, a climbable island in a sea of choss, manure and sun animals. The west face was a beautiful 45 degree 20’ sandstone face… I was surprised to find the finish and gutted a holler.

It was clear somebody had put a great deal of effort in trail construction, a notable beckon from across the canyon, where we noted chalk potential with binoculars on the prior day. Followed some odd tracks out, suggesting a lion might be wandering around thinking… Starbucks in hand and pad over head; a humanism monstrosity.

Unaweep - 07/05/09

An incredible day bouldering alone in a warm washed desert canyon; 7 lines on-sight, no falls all day. The no fall master mechanic lost his life today, and his son lost his father. We can cherish our short time together as we all eventually fall alone; while our memories remain an unlikely test of time. Push Reset, a meaningful deterioration in emotional subscriptions and an internal acknowledgment.

The Demon is a Gaston

There is no escape from a suffocating market ticker

 

Random directional judgments…

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Brutalizing self assessments…

Capricorn and Pisces

Paris - 2009

Calvin! Font

Chartres Cathedral

The Cathedral of Our Lady of Chartres, (French: Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Chartres), a Roman Catholic cathedral located in Chartres, about 80 kilometres (50 mi) southwest of Paris, is considered one of the finest examples in all France of the Gothic style of architecture.
From a distance it seems to hover in mid-air above waving fields of wheat, and it is only when the visitor draws closer that the city comes into view, clustering around the hill on which the cathedral stands. Its two contrasting spires — one, a 105 metre (349 ft) plain pyramid dating from the 1140s, and the other a 113 metre (377 ft) tall early 16th century Flamboyant spire on top of an older tower — soar upwards over the pale green roof, while all around the outside are complex flying buttresses.

L'Elephant

Summer Hit List... Awesome.

Ibuprofen

Fish Oil

Animal Pak

Glucosamine Chondroitin

MSM

DMSO

Tendon Rescue Gel

Mona Lisa

Leonardo da Vinci began painting the Mona Lisa in 1503, during the Italian Renaissance and, according to Vasari, "after he had lingered over it four years, left it unfinished...."[5] He is thought to have continued to work on it for three years after he moved to France and to have finished it shortly before he died in 1519.[6] Leonardo took the painting from Italy to France in 1516 when King François I invited the painter to work at the Clos Lucé near the king's castle in Amboise. Most likely through the heirs of Leonardo's assistant Salai,[7] the king bought the painting for 4,000 écus and kept it at Château Fontainebleau, where it remained until given to Louis XIV. Louis XIV moved the painting to the Palace of Versailles. After the French Revolution, it was moved to the Louvre. Napoleon I had it moved to his bedroom in the Tuileries Palace; later it was returned to the Louvre. During the Franco-Prussian War (1870–1871) it was moved from the Louvre to a hiding place elsewhere in France.

Dr. Lillian F. Schwartz of Bell Labs suggests that the Mona Lisa is actually a self-portrait. She supports this theory with the results of a digital analysis of the facial features of Leonardo's face and that of the famous painting. When a self-portrait drawing by Leonardo is reversed and then merged with an image of the Mona Lisa using a computer, the features of the faces align perfectly.[15] Critics of this theory suggest that the similarities are due to both portraits being painted by the same person using the same style. Additionally, the drawing on which she based the comparison may not be a self-portrait. Serge Bramly, in his biography of Leonardo, discusses the possibility that the portrait depicts the artist's mother Caterina. This would account for the resemblance between artist and subject observed by Dr. Schwartz, and would explain why Leonardo kept the portrait with him wherever he traveled, until his death.

Gorges d'Apremont

The Barbizon school (circa 1830–1870) of painters is named after the village of Barbizon near Fontainebleau Forest, France, where the artists gathered.

The Barbizon painters were part of a movement towards realism in art which arose in the context of the dominant Romantic Movement of the time.

In 1824 the Salon de Paris exhibited works of John Constable. His rural scenes influenced some of the younger artists of the time, moving them to abandon formalism and to draw inspiration directly from nature. Natural scenes became the subjects of their paintings rather than mere backdrops to dramatic events.

During the Revolutions of 1848 artists gathered at Barbizon to follow Constable's ideas, making nature the subject of their paintings.

Cuvier - La Marie-Rose

Marie-Rose: the first 6a of Fontainebleau.

I’m not sure why Marie-Rose is so special to the forest, aside from an arbitrary breakthrough in bouldering difficulty. I found her movement on our last morning in Fontainebleau, at my favorite area in the forest… her memory is a clear reflection in my mind. Ultimately, a testament of French machismo... and a really great boulder problem.

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Mary Rose
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The sole known image of the Mary Rose, depicted in the Anthony Roll
The Mary Rose was an English Tudor carrack warship and one of the first to be able to fire a full broadside of cannons. The Mary Rose was well equipped with 78 guns (91 after an upgrade in 1536) and was the pride of the English fleet. Built in Portsmouth, England (1509–1510) she was thought to be named after King Henry VIII's sister Mary and the rose, the Tudor emblem. She was one of the earliest purpose-built warships to serve in the Royal Navy; it is thought that she never served as a merchant ship. She displaced 500 tons (700 tons after 1536), was 38.5 m long and 11.7 m beam and her crew consisted of 200 sailors, 185 soldiers, and 30 gunners. After serving for over thirty years, she sank in the Solent during an engagement with the French fleet on 19 July 1545. The surviving section of the ship was raised in 1982 and is now on display in Portsmouth Historic Dockyard along with an extensive collection of well preserved artefacts.

Gorges du Houx - Gargantoit

I have had many wonderful moments climbing in the forest but the greatest inspiration or connection to the area has come from movement done on-sight (flash). I’ve been exceedingly lucky to capture a few of the forest’s legendary problems from the beginning. The movement and setting of Gargantoit was particularly special. The rock was a touch remote, the forest was quite, the pitch was centered from within a rock fortress, and our imaginations ran wild with an artist’s brush and a soldier’s formation.

Fontainebleau Impressionism

It seems impossible to try and describe Fontainebleau bouldering, as much of allure is not materially based and deeply personal.  There is a natural athletic to the forest, compliments of an extraordinary rock formula and the movement it encourages.  It’s also the pure majesty of the forest; following in the deeply rooted footsteps of the artists, kings, soldiers and peasants that made Fontainebleau their home.  Regardless, our passion seems more than meaningless in the forest, our motion manipulated into something closer to an expression of art then a generic gesture of frustration.     

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