Bridges, Rain, Darkness and Blood

I will give you WIPs (Work In Progress) of the PDX projects. Pumalogy is always working simultaneously on various assignments, but a more personal one is shaping itself. A general theme to all the work is a relation between person and place, and connecting the watery boarder are bridges of many shapes. Of course, in the winter it is dark and rains all the fcking time. This wet nocturnal landscape is what I am interested in.

Set your mechanical timer.

Cheeeeze!

Winter Solstice Eclipse

The Milwaukie Avenue Studio

Here are some pics of the new PDX studio, and pumalogy laboratory.

John Butler Trio at the Crystal Ball Room

Who's in charge?

The Spruce Goose by Hughes; Pumalogy Photography

The Spruce Goose, as she was nick named, at her home in McMinnville.
Courtesy of Evergreen Aviation.


A vision of grandeur, and a spectacular accomplishment.


The Goose flew but once.


Only today's Airbus A380 is as big.


The Scale Model, the Goose's hull and Mr. Hughes the visionary.

Seventh Seal; Bergman's Teachings

Winter arriving

Bering Sea, Unalaska

On The LAND

Amazingly I am back on firm land. The movement of the ocean drifted away like the tide and only the memory of the cold gnarly north Pacific remains. I feel like I returned from war. Our mission was catch fish, and lord be my witness we caught fish. I feel like I went to war because I don't really want to remember, and as a matter of fact I don't even know what to write about.

Is it normal to feel awkward in a public setting? Is it normal to miss it? Is it normal for your body to hurt everywhere? This body of mine f-king sailed the Bering Sea, bore the abuse of insane foremen and obeyed the command of very experienced skippers.

What the hell is an intellectual Swiss born artist and mountaineer doing on such a vessel? I asked myself this everyday. I was after money, stories and the lure of the remotest places on earth. I got the most Buddhist lesson you could get amongst crazed christians. We were like Jesus on steroids and gave the faithful something real to fear.

Bering Sea Fisherman have a saying: Fish, Fight and F#@$k.

I am an adventurist. That is it.

Wolf Craft

Cold Bay

Evergreen Aviation

And the old school boarding ladder. Cold Bay, AK

Cold Harbor

3 hour flight from Anchorage, about two thirds of the way to Dutch and our turn around. The weather is socked in at Unalaska and we are flying back to ANC. The waiting game begins.

Frontier Air

One of the greatest thing about leading the adventure life is the way you get there. 1743 Local time, first attempt to reach "Dutch".

En route to Alaska.

like the portrayal of the deep west in "Dead Man Walking" the further you head toward the frontier the more peculiar the crowd. Anchorage is a freight hub and destination. You will only notice how deep you go when you transfer to a puddle jumping service.

Inspiration

I usually only feature my work. Not because it is better but that this is a Pumalogy venue rather then an amalgam of random images. But rules are sometimes broken and the following visual piece is truly inspiring! I you are pursuing your dream, and have doubt, this piece will revitalize your soul. Thanks you Mickey Smith for creating "The Dark Side Of The Lens".

I believe in the pursuit of the soul, and it is a difficult endeavor at times. But I would never trade it in for anything. The "dark side of the lens" is why. On a more intellectual note, this short film symbolize the beginning of something new. Profound though, amazing images and adventure sports come together. You can't even call it extreme sports or adventure, rather they are a practice. It is a practice in the zen sense that involves a dance with the elements. And when great meaning gets expressed in the most artful way you have a stunning inspiration.

Inside and out.

I delved into my archives because I am working with a film crew from New York City. I love New Yorkers, they are smart funny and not too caught up on looks. Even when you're shooting a fashion event. It is more about the art. There is an ephemeral culture that bleeds in between each other. I'd say consciousness is shared, blurring the concrete boundaries we have defined for our bodies. For example if your group of friends and coworkers have a certain world view, let's say they love Sarah Palin, you might adopt some conservative ideas where the sphere of your awareness crosses over with others. And in a very dense city you are constantly close and near the most creative ideas. So much so that your taste is acute but you take it for granted. Because you don't see it as separate. That's why when you go to a small town art is shitty, and when you work with New Yorkers you feel a rush of hurried and cutting energy.

Here are some spaces from before, inside and out.

Claire Bear Back Flips