nope, nothing else to say, I typically find myself needing to express little, I just plod along humbly observing the madness and taking notes.
There's this quote from the end of a book by Benno Rybizka, one of the forefathers of bringing skiing to new england that I'm gonna find, goddamnit...Then I'll put it here, it's about coming up a mountain with the real mountain heads and sharing in the shit they do, and leaving a different person. Maybe
i'll just leave this, it's eloquent enough
photography is good for taking pictures
needed for porn
guitar, skiing, the occasional blind sided mouthy
lamb of god killswitch engage cannibal corpse rage against the machine your mom