welcomeTTmachine

After a still winter night I awoke with the impression that some question had been put to me, which I had been endeavoring in vain to answer in my sleep, as what - how - when - where? But there was dawning Nature, in whom all creatures live, looking in at my broad windows with serene and satisfied face, and no question on her lips. I awoke to an answered question, to Nature and daylight. 6'3 190lbs Southern California

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This one took a lot of prep work but was definitely worth it!

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First ascent at the Palm Springs Tramway... one of my favorites so far, and maybe one of the most fun climbs in the area.

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Some hard-ish sequences from the past year

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Setting up for a rose move to D13

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Leavenworth

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Started a new instagram for my coaching/training business! It's been going well and I figure it's time to get some more attention. Check it out, let me know what you want to see.

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A friend and I on the moonboard last week.

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First of the grade for me! Psyched that I can climb this hard after two weeks of hiking at elevation.

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Not a good warm up

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My favorite first ascent so far

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Nap with my best friend

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35lbs

[apoemaday]

Those Winter Sundays

by Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices?

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such suchness

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Learning how to try harder

[francoistruffauts]

Dreams, memories, the sacred — they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch.

Yukio Mishima, Spring Snow

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My friend and photographer Alex Kahn wanted to veer off the usual climbing photoshoot, so we aimed for something a little more fashion-forward… Heheh. I know this isn’t my usual material but it sure was fun to model for! ^_^