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New favorite photog: Cory Richards

There are so many great things in this Outside Magazine interview with Cory Richards.

Here are my favorites:

1.) When you come back from trip how do you approach editing?
Well, I did a story recently and it was over three months, two different trips, and I had 65,000 images, and I didn’t edit it.

You just sent 65,000 images to National Geographic?
Yeah.

2.) It seems like these days most people expect that you will be shooting moving images as well as stills on assignments?
Yeah and I think there’s some push back that’s important on the side of the photographer. I think you have to be realistic with people and say, “Yeah I can shoot both but that doesn’t mean both will be—They aren’t going to be as good as they would be if I were just shooting one or the other.” I think that’s really important, and I think photographers and videographers have to stand up for themselves in that regard when a client asks them to do both. Say, “This is what I am capable of.” Be honest with yourself, because some photographers are going to be able to do more than others and that’s ok. Just be honest and don’t over promise. I think you should always have a policy of under promising and over delivering. That’s the way you want to go.

And he likes Avedon too.

1.) In my dreams.

2.) Good reminder. Over deliver.

New camera coming to work tomorrow. I can’t wait. I’ll make cool photos again. I promise.

Short visit to my second favorite pool

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February Fiesta Island TT

Brennan made me.

Jenny got up early with me, and took pictures.

Jamie introduced us to Pear Sports – the reason we have the best headphones to warm up with – and took the GoPro footage.

B&B+J&J = Team Awesome.

I need better warm up, better blood sugars, better aerobar bike fit, and more time in the saddle.

Mid-week, I find myself looking forward to weekend hours on my bike.

“Some people just know how to make the most of a day off.” – Dad

There’s nowhere that I wanted to be more than on my bike for six hours with these two.

Total elevation gain: 7,874
Total Miles: 78

Team India

“Remember to be a little more compassionate. Reach out to a friend or family member you may have had a falling out with. Time is very short.”

I never knew India Phillips, but I feel close to her. India passed away suddenly in October. For five days, her parents, Kim and Jeff, grieved in the hospital while her body was kept for organ harvesting. Her pancreas was one of the successful transfers.

Their family’s gift has the potential to help many people with diabetes through islet cell research.

Her pancreas is the second of three ways we are connected.

Kim and Jeff have an office in the CedrosWorks building where we have our Insulindependence headquarters. It’s a tight community and many people in the space know the Phillips family and loved India.

When Jason told us about the donation of India’s pancreas, Peter and I put a basket together to thank them for their sacrifice and contribution to the entire diabetes community.

The day I went to give our thank you to Jeff, I stood at their office door, hugging the basket in front of me. I didn’t know how to introduce myself, approach the subject or suggest that we had a connection amidst the grief they were going through.

I walked back to the office. Brennan offered to accompany me. With him beside me, I was able to knock on the door. Jeff wasn’t in, but we were greeted and asked us to leave our contact information. “The organ donation is the silver lining to them,” we were told.

I had the pleasure of meeting Kim when I ran with my friend Ruth on Tuesday morning. Kim told me that running was helping her deal with the grief of loosing her daughter. She described some of what they experienced as organ donors, and told me about her plans to set up a foundation to encourage organ donations.

Ruth, Kim, Pollie, Sandra, Jason and more of their friends and family members officially ran as Team India at the Carlsbad half-marathon last weekend. Ruth, Sandra and Jason fundraised and raced for Insulindependence as well.

The Philips family recently created the India Phillips Foundation to encourage others to live with India’s spirit and compassion. I invite you to read and listen to some stories about this amazing little girl.

Thank you, India, for my new friends, new running partners and new motivation to get out of bed at 5:45 a.m.

Thank you, running, for giving us a place to talk, grieve, and share, so much more natural than than a basket behind an office door.

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Stalled – I am not always good at mornings

Where I’m from

As per tradition, I stopped in at Inside Track to visit Michelle Martinez, Katie Bunker and get some new shoes while I was in Ventura for Christmas. Seeing my UCSD Track & Field singlet on the wall reminded me where I am from and that things will be best if I these don’t stay white.

Feeling good after 100 miles. But, there is no drafting in Ironman.

The last time I put my bibs on at 4:30 a.m. was in Pullman, Washington with my buddies of the University of Oregon Cycling Team. Doing it the morning of the Stagecoach Century made me miss them.

Brennan did everything short of purchasing my ticket to get me to do this ride. I’m so thankful he pushed just enough. I had a fantastic day out on the Anza-Borrego desert roads with him and Peter (who joined us last minute), felt better than I expected riding so little lately, and drove home with confidence that I can get my nutrition right in Arizona.

Most impressive was Peter. The guy rode once in many months and pulled off a century smiling and texting all the way.

Riding bikes looks super nerdy on video.

The Runner In Winter – Anton Krupicka

My favorite kind of video. Gives me acute nostalgia for Oregon and envy of Felicia’s turf in Centennial, Colorado. Great tunes. My socks would be two inches higher. I miss tights.

Have A Good Ride…

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Winter Break To-Do List

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Levemir Day

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Winter Wonderland in the Santa Barbara Channel

Our December trip to the Channel Islands with Island Packers is a favorite family tradition.

Warmest run of the season, Christmas Eve

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Larrabee Stadium, Ventura, CA

11 months out

I ran for 45 minutes and couldn’t get my heart rate below 180 at 10 minute/mile yesterday.
This is my barn stage.

You know you’re…

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Night run with the neighboors

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step one: watch

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Blind date with Ironman Arizona set for 11/18/2012


The final step of my registration for Ironman reminded me of applying to graduate school. Ironman asks everything about you: Medical history, athletic history, occupation, whether you have plans to hire a coach, buy a bike or buy a helmet. Eleven months out they want to know who will be there to support you and how many pairs of running shoes you expect to go through. They had me waive HIPAA.

They ask why you are registering for Ironman Arizona.

I told them that Ironman has been on my bucket list since 2009, when I stood at the Arizona finish line at midnight. I felt an energy I’d only felt once before – at Ironman Wisconsin a year earlier.

I sent a text message to my Mum and Dad, “Be warned, someday I’m going to do this.”

“Sounds good to us. Let us know when, so we can book flights,” they wrote back.

I told Ironman that I have cheered friends across six of their finish lines, fellow people with Type 1 diabetes who I’ve met through the non-profit organization that I now work for. At Insulindependence we run fitness and adventure programs for people with diabetes. We aim to revolutionize diabetes management by inspiring people with diabetes to set and accomplish personal fitness goals.

I told them that days before registering I insisted that I didn’t have motivation to race triathlon in 2012. I work long days and most weekends. Work has been my focus for the last eight months. I’ve been a lifelong competitive athlete, but I attempted to convince myself it was okay to move on to other things, which I believe it is. But, a part of me misses my sports-bra tan-line and it scares me that I had to stop and walk in the middle of a short run with my sister last month.

I told them that I tagged along on a road trip to Arizona with two of my good friends, co-workers at Insulindependence, who were volunteering in order to register for the race in 2012. For months, they suggested I race too. I kept saying that an Ironman finish was something you really had to want, and that I didn’t know if I wanted it enough.

I planned to ride my bike a few miles in the desert and go back home to surf once or twice a week and look into rock climbing.

We didn’t know anyone still racing that night, but as per our tradition, Peter and I cheered through midnight, at the finish line in Tempe. Again, it was indescribable.

In October, Peter went to watch our friend Vic race at the Ironman World Championships in Kona. I was able to go last year and will never forget the electricity and love in the atmosphere on Ali’i Drive. Peter returned from Hawaii and told me that if offered Superbowl tickets for the rest of his life, he’d trade them for the chance to go back to Kona one more time.

It is that magical. I want to be a part of it and I want my family to feel it. I know certain things about myself, and that weekend I realized I might not do an Ironman if I don’t do it with Peter and Brennan. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to train and race with them.

I told Ironman that I registered for their race to motivate myself to put my running shoes on and so that when my mum calls and I am still at work at 11 p.m. I won’t have to tell her that haven’t exercised in a week. I registered to celebrate my Dad’s birthday. I registered for Insulindependence, for anyone who is told they can’t do something because of diabetes, and for my friend Ben who was recently in a horrific cycling accident and has not been able to move his legs since.

I want to race Ironman with Brennan, with Peter, for me.

Surfing will count as swim training and I hope to race bikes in the Spring, but the vertical rock faces may have to wait – triathlon and I have some unfinished business.

 


Riding Arizona

Jenny, Peter and I drove to Arizona, too late to register for El Tour de Tucson, we rode on Mt. Lemmon and TV Towers instead – debuting the new Insulindependence cycling kits.

Bay Area by Instagram

The Creative Process

Brainstorming sesh a couple months ago

Beverages with photogs

I found this post in the drafts folder. Ivar I want the others…

Photos by Ivar Vong

“Blair, why were you in Florida?”

Hawaii by Droid

after work:

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I’m not sure if this bed can ever be trumped.

Panama City, Florida

My favorite images from my work last week in Panama City, FL at Insulindependence University.

Photo by Peter Nerothin

pleasures

Cast your vote for Insulindependence as San Diego’s Classy Awards charity of the year!

This group is very special to me and has become a huge part of my life. A preview of my work with them this summer can be seen and read at TriabetesMediaProject Please help them get the recognition they deserve.

Cast your vote for Insulindependence–San Diego Charity of the Year!

 

Article for USA Cycling coach Alex Matteucci

When I was in NYC with Jennifer Davino, another Triabetes club member, we rode from her local bike shop on Saturday morning. I met coach Matteucci then and he was interested in the physiology behind racing bikes with Type 1 diabetes and asked me to follow up our conversation with an article.

Check out Pure Bicycle Passion to read it.

A Garden

A Garden

Poem by Shane Ryan

Madeleine Terese Hudon

Who is a garden.

My memories of you,

My sweet grandmother

With a peaceful spirit

Like that of a garden.

The running dog is your loyalty.

The butterflies are your gentleness

The sleeping cat is your peacefulness

The chirping birds are your cheerfulness

The hopping bunnies represent your innocence.

The great oak tree is your husband,

Who will always be there for you.

The seeds are your daughters,

Who will always live in your peaceful shadow.

The animals are your friends,

Who will always look after you.

The flowers are your descendants,

Who will always have you in their memories.

Your temper never lost.

Even when I cheated in the board games we played.

Your smarts always shown,

In those games of scrabble you loved to play.

Your age never mattered.

For you never told me anyways.

My size did not matter.

For you always loved me just the same.

Time had no meaning.

For you did not care about restrictions

What is the meaning of life?

For you had the best answer

You’re the one

That harmony follows.

You’re the one

That glee stands by.

You’re the one

That anger passes by.

You’re the one

That we all love.

You’re the one

Who is in our hearts.

You’re the one

Who is a garden.

That is what both living and dying gracefully is all about.

The nation in 68 days

I was given the opportunity to drive across the country, up into Canada and back this summer. I selected each of these photos – one for each day I was on the road – not because of their technical quality, but because as a group they show you some of the people and places I was lucky enough to see over the 10,982 miles, 24 states, two countries and 35 beds.

San Diego, California

Amanda, Red Trolly Criterium, Mira Mesa, San Diego

Richard, Tammy, Matt, Cedar Creek, San Deigo, California

Cedar Creek, California

Julian, California

Tammy Wildgoose, San Diego Velodrome

You know life is good.

Christian Chiappe, Manhattan Beach, California

Coach Steve Hyde, Hawthorne, California

Tania

Gilbert, Arizona

Arizona

Hwy 67, Arizona

Hwy 67, Arizona

Hwy 67, Arizona

Hwy 67, Arizona

Hwy 67

Alison, North Rim, Grand Canyon National Park

Peter Nerothin and Nate Heintzman, Flatiron Mountians, Boulder, Colorado

Peter

Andrew and Brian, Cherry Creek State Park, Colorado

Brian Phelps, Cherry Creek Reservior, Centennial, Colorado

Peter’s Living Room

Centennial, Colorado

Alison’s Birthday, July, 22nd, Denver, Colorado

Apex Trailhead, Colorado

Colorado

Simon and Sarah, Boulder, Colorado

Downtown Boulder

Kansas Welcome Center

Somewhere in Kansas

Illinois/Missouri State Line

Mississippi Overflow

Mississippi Overflow

Mississippi River, St. Louis, Missiouri

St. Louis

St. Louis

St. Louis, Missouri

Washington DC

WWII Memorial, Washington, DC

Lincoln Memorial

Arlington Cemetery

New Jersey

Shane, Canadian National Youth Track & Field Championships, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.

Ottawa Athletic Complex, “Shane Ryan is my brother.”

Shane

Shane

Medal Ceremony

Dad

Ethan “I love beer” LaPlante

3rd in Nation

Parliament Buildings, Ottawa

Mum

Family

Cousins

Ottawa

Shane and Paul, Ontario

Rest House

Uncle Jeremy, Beer Bottom Chicken

Timmy, Lake Boshkung with the Pawsons

Caeden

Lake Boshkung, Ontario, Canada

Heindel’s, Mentor on the Lake, Ohio

Candace and Ben’s, Toledo, Ohio, waffles on the deck at 5:30am before my drive to St. Paul, Minnesota.

Daniel Vincent, Sarah Hankel, Minneapolis, Minnesota.

Lifetime Fitness, Minnesota

St. Paul Triathon, Minnesota

Rapid City, South Dakota

Dana, Jen and Caitlin, Bozeman, Montana.

Daniel Vincent during massage, University Place, Washington.

Vincent kids, Weston and Lorelei

Yes, I would do it again. Tomorrow, if I could.


Wedding Weekend in Colorado

It was an honor  joining my friend Peter for the weekend to attend the wedding of our friends Lisa Seaman and Sean McKendry in Buena Vista, Colorado. Our adventures over the five days included watching the Saints/Vikings game in a random bar in Morrison, CO, an early morning breakfast meeting in Denver, buying a van for Insulindependence from some kids off the freeway, rafting down the Arkansas River, hiking, running, sitting in hot springs near the cabin and missing my flight home.

Early in the summer I’d hoped to get a big hike in somewhere before the end of the season and hadn’t had a chance. Last weekend I was with the right people. Saturday, Lisa’s father Frank led a group of us up Mt. Princeton, one of the 52 Colorado peaks above 14,000 feet. I’m so lucky to have these people in my life. Peter, Nate, John, Maureen, Bill and Suzanne, thank you for a fantastic five days out there.

I guess there’s always hope that tomorrow will me more of the same.

Mt. Princeton

14,197 feet

Grand Canyon detour

Alison and I decided to be spontaneous and took a four hour detour to the Grand Canyon on Saturday. My mum always raved about the north rim and I had my heart set on going to it. Despite sitting in traffic on our way from Arizona we made it to the park for sunset. We threw our shoes on to get a short run in before we left the state. (Which is why most of these photos are from a point-and-shoot or my phone, dangit.)

The canyon really is indescribable. To me it had an all encompassing silence. I’m not sure if the area is any quieter than any other or whether it was my brain expecting some type of experience – anticipating some sort of stimulation. Instead it was this silent, vast expanse that I had to convince myself was real. My eyes attempted – and at times failed – to decipher each of the canyon’s three dimensions.

We booked a hotel four hours away in Utah to get us closer to Denver that night. During that drive we experienced firsthand where the term “dear in the headlights” comes from and avoided a monstrous black cow, a pure white jackrabbit, giant owl and spoke with a Utah police officer – twice.

Boulder hike

The drive from Utah to Denver was not the longest drive of the trip, but it felt like it to me. I just wanted to get to Peter’s to see all the great people here. Nate extended his flight to stay after their Insulindependence board meeting and it was so fun to be the 4 of us. For our day off from Triabetes Media Project stuff, we drove to Boulder to have breakfast and hike with Terra and her adorable kids. After the hike we went to downtown Boulder to fill up the afternoon. Alison and I went to a camera store, got caught in a warm downpour and then met the guys at a coffee shop to get a bit of work done. The three of us made dinner at Peter’s while we packed for our respective travels in the morning: Alison and I to Centennial, CO for two days and Peter to San Diego.

Pretty much the perfect day.

Triabetes Media Project Live!

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Cedar Creek Falls

FLUX Magazine Release

Writer Alex Notman painted this boy’s face at the FLUX Magazine release party at the EMU Amphitheater at the University of Oregon on June 2nd.

One of my images from the Urban Foraging story is in the print version.

TALKERS magazine

Clip in TALKERS magazine with story by Saul Hubbard.

If you try too hard, if you’re too uptight, the photos never seems to work. You’ve got to be like an athlete and react to what happens. – Chris Anderson

Top Searches…

Every day WordPress lists the top searches that led traffic to your blog. Here are a few days for BlairRyanGPS:

The Straight Poop

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Excitement

In high school Coach Tokar told me that what I needed to be on the starting line for a cross country race was: excited; not nervous. There was a difference he said, and it would make all the difference. I imagined what that felt, tried to relax and motivate myself positively, but I never really achieved any feeling of eagerness. At high school and collegiate races, more often than not, I stood on the line and thought, “why do I do this to myself?”

Collegiate cycling has been different. I had a revelation about this. More often than not I was excited on the starting line. It really does make all the difference.

One of my best friends, Tammy Wildgoose, is racing at collegiate cycling nationals today and the rest of this weekend. I was in Barnes & Noble yesterday listening to author Laurie Notaro read some pieces from her hilarious books. I got a text. Tammy had posted on Twitter. “At the Madison Concourse getting ready for bed…kinda nervous for the road race tomorrow. AAHHH!”

Now, I must point out that Tammy is a much better cyclist than I am and has more riding on the results of her racing: qualification for other races, product sponsors and invitations to professional teams. I responded to her, “Just be EXCITED!” She said she was super excited and proceeded to tell me about the 6000 ft of climbing over 55 miles and a 1.5 mile hill with a grade of 10%…

I headed to the bookstore’s card section to look for a card for my Mum. I found this saying on one:

I have a lot of excitement in my life. I used to call it tension, but I feel much better now that I call it excitement.” – Madeleine Costigan.

These last two weeks – of deadlines, projects, meetings to discuss my sloppily written pieces, late nights and early mornings – were; well, exciting.

Is it just me?

I picked this up in Missoula a few weeks ago. You know you’re in journalism school when this provides quality classtime entertainment.

A graduate student in my Magazine Production class is the editor of an outdoor magazine out of Bozeman. Technically one of her competitors; this gave us a good laugh.

Leigh Miller Photography

This is my friend Preston and his fiancé Katie. Katie is a photographer and a friend of hers, Leigh Miller, did their engagement photos and shot the wedding (looking forward to those!) Incredible. Okay, and I’m kind of more than a little partial to that truck.

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger

I wish I could be thrilled about this piece – I have three and a half photos in the print version of The Oregonian newspaper – you can read the article and see the package HERE with its mislabeled photos (I did not take the photo of the hand with scissors, and I did take the photo in the online album of Will Fields shaking hands) and somewhat demeaning package. While the editor’s note and accompanying article about us both say nice things – our work does not stand alone as legitimate journalism. I feel they have packaged it as though we are cute, wannabe journalists being coached by the Oregonian staff. (Ok fine, the middle one may be true for me.)

Time will tell whether it was worth the time, travel and stress.

This project was the first time the SOJC worked directly with The Oregonian and funded with a generous grant by the Jackson Foundation.

During the ten week quarter I often asked myself what we were doing in Old Town, because it was never very clear what direction we should take. I think this is because the area has such a strange, hard-to-pin-point personality. I spent the whole ten weeks trying to figure out what the story was. I talked to almost every business owner in the five by six block neighborhood. Many told us the same thing; that Chinatown was changing, but they didn’t know what exactly was going to be different in the future.  I was overwhelmed by the variety in responses. When we thought we had a narrative, we’d come across a subject who would be a contradiction to our hypothesis. Maybe that is the nature of human experience – it’s different for everyone. The city is made up of characters, most are interesting individually. I feel like we could have done a profile piece about every person I met. Journalistically this is both awesome and frustrating. When you have that many interesting characters it is hard to come up with a cohesive theme.

My colleagues and I decided it was appropriate to address a few different themes; the relocation of residents to 82nd street, the contrast between the nighttime and daytime scenes, cultural preservation through the Chinese school and the rehabilitation services that have allowed many to turn their lives around and give back to Old Town by serving people in situations they came from themselves.

It took us three months to gather these stories, not because we weren’t working hard, but because Old Town’s story is elusive. Once we established ourselves there, the neighborhood did share some with us. Our pieces are an opportunity for to those who don’t have three months to sit down and chat with Chinatown, to hear and see what we learned from our conversation.

Special thanks to Jackson Foundation and Al Stavitsky for making our stays in Portland comfortable and Ben Brink, staff photographer at The Oregonian, for his support, advice and encouragement throughout the process.

My photos from the weekends in Portland for the project: HERE.

New Domain

www.BlairRyanEvents.com

Now, easier access to my SmugMug account for purchasable event photography. It is also linked from the Events section of BlairRyan.com – requiring memorization of only one.

Domisile piece

Written for my Story Development II course:

I spend more time in this room without a bed than I do where I sleep, this room with a view of the street. When the panes of the window are wet I know to take my long, black, Eddie Bauer trench coat because it’s raining sideways and an umbrella won’t do enough.

I found this wooden table and set of four hand-painted and upholstered chairs on Craigslist. You can see the original green layer under the black paint in some places on the backs of the chairs. We picked it up with a friend’s minivan, from a house in a neighborhood full of houses I’ll never have enough money to live in.

A few nights ago, I thought I was reading on the couch in the living room, but I hadn’t turned the page in a while and for the first time was aware of and annoyed by the ticking analog clock over the sink here in the kitchen. I guess I wasn’t really reading.

There are many superfluous items on the counter that my housemates insist stay on display. Identical teakettles occupy two stove burners. Only one is used. Empty tins are granted space because of their exterior design, despite their lack of functionality. We drink espresso from standard mugs, but miniature cups with tiny spoons sit on top of the microwave. They accumulate dust and have to be moved every time I put away the cutting boards. If my mum lived here there would be foil lining the burners. I often say I’m going to put some down.

Postcards from Arizona, Joshua Tree National Park and Disneyland collage the front of the fridge. Three parking tickets are displayed, a demonstration of open resistance by some friends to the two-hour curb in front of our apartment. Hand-delivered guides to finding God in just ten steps have accumulated under a bicycle magnet with the phrase, “Put the Fun Between Your Legs.”

The dishwasher leaves food particles inside drinking glasses. If you take something out of the microwave before the cycle completes, it continues when you shut the door, nuking the empty compartment. Cheerios and raw pasta noodles make up most of what is swept into the dustpan. The fruit bowl is constantly overflowing. Bananas and plums at the bottom of the pile are frequently forgotten and have to be removed by paper towel. A glass as old as I am sits in the drying rack – The Oregon Invitational 1986 – I found it at a thrift store in Tigard for fifty cents.

It is in this room I wonder how much of my life will be spent waiting for files to upload, transfer and render. Hours fly by when I edit photographs after shoots. It is home to Apple products and design magazines.

My favorite mornings are when I can sit at the table, watching the drops hit the window, drinking espresso from a mug, in my pajamas, listening to Pandora radio. The best evenings are when we’re home together and pull the table away from the wall, bring desk chairs from our bedrooms and cook chicken with onion potatoes for friends we invite for a last minute family dinner.

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