First Posting,

Drawing from life experience and an unhealthy appetite for visual stimuli, I equally oppose, reacting with my own photography, videos, writing. Mostly.

For now this serves as a venue for my output.
Meager as it is... the venue.



MY WEBSITE:
http://wolfamongmen.wix.com/wolfamongmen#!home/mainPage

Even if you’re not doing anything wrong, you’re being watched and recorded. …it’s getting to the point where you don’t have to have done anything wrong, you simply have to eventually fall under suspicion from somebody, even by a wrong call, and then they can use this system to go back in time and scrutinize every decision you’ve ever made, every friend you’ve ever discussed something with, and attack you on that basis, to sort of derive suspicion from an innocent life…
…The great fear that I have regarding the outcome for America of these disclosures is that nothing will change. [People] won’t be willing to take the risks necessary to stand up and fight to change things… And in the months ahead, the years ahead, it’s only going to get worse. [The NSA will] say that… because of the crisis, the dangers that we face in the world, some new and unpredicted threat, we need more authority, we need more power, and there will be nothing the people can do at that point to oppose it. And it will be turnkey tyranny…
…they are intent on making every conversation and every form of behavior in the world known to them…
…I don’t want to live in a world where there’s no privacy, and therefore no room for intellectual exploration and creativity.

—Edward Snowden

The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously. Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live - did live, from habit that became instinct - in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized.

—George Orwell, 1984

Chevytown OR ‘13

Chevytown OR ‘13

Mike’s Landing, OR ‘13

Soldier Beach, OR ‘13

Western Most Lighthouse, OR ‘13

Mikey, OR ‘13

5.8.13 Corvallis, OR 

Got to Mike and Amandas after a final day touring the Southern Oregon coast.

Mike surprised us all again finding possibly the best hike yet, out to the western most point of the continental US. It may have gone to his head for a moment but he came back down, landing on airstrip 14 along the way.

We stopped for tacos and a coke, two brothers a little dirty but not too tired after a pretty great road trip.

Smith River Bed, CA ‘13

Stout Moss, CA ‘13

Stout Ferns, CA ‘13

Stout TreeFace, CA ‘13

5.6.13 Siskyou Mountains, CA

Eventually found home at Flat Camp, not before driving through the dark for a few hours, pulling down several dirt roads to false camps. (Good thing Mike got that Loss and Damage waiver). Had an Indian dinner, a beer and then bed. 

Woke up in the Siskiyou Mnts. Followed the Smith River back down to Stout Grove, where after fording a river we found the biggest trees I’ve ever seen. 

Dank river walking hemp heart granola bars. 

Compared Navel vrs. Valencia Oranges, Valencia wins.

Continued on our way a short drive into Oregon where we made an immediate right turn up into the mountains and up the Windchuck River for a camp night at Laurel House Camp.

Finally had the time to make our Cauliflower Curry Soup for dinner. We were eatin’ Curry in Curry, OR.  We washed it down with an Imperial Stout, in honer of all those stout trees in Stout Grove. 

Strong John. (Taken with GifBoom)

Strong John.
(Taken with GifBoom)

Beach Elk, CA ‘12

Founder’s Grove, CA ‘12

Kalamath Beach Sunset, CA ‘12

Freedom, CA ‘12

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Confusion Hill, CA ‘12

Mountain Train Ride, CA ‘12

Gravity House, CA ‘12

5.5.13 Mendicino National Forest 

Woke up on the side of a mountain somewhere east of the Eel River Work Station. Had a breakfast of oatmeal w’dates and peanut butter. Pressed on into Humboldt Redwoods State Park pulling aside for a picnic lunch and a short hike around Founder’s Grove. 

We found Confusion Hill and then went coastal to Fern Canyon at Prarie Creek Redwoods State Park, incredible foliage. A universe of dank dripping green. 

Saw the beach Elk along Gold Bluffs Road and came upon some Yurok Indians finishing up an all night dance ceremony at Kalamath Beach. Saw the sunset there over the Northwest coast with the seal watching us from the waves. 

It grew dark and cool as we drove in search of camp somewhere along the South Fork of the Smith River. 

5.2.13 Masonic and Turk, San Francisco CA 6:48 PM PST

Bicycles through Golden Gate Park, a delicious turkey sandwich and exploring the grounds of outside lands. Rolling along downhill the sun warming, the beach breezes through the windmills at the end of the park.

Witnessed some beach drama and I forgot my credit card at the bar. Tomorrow my brother, Mike, joins us for a Friday night in Bay City. Saturday we head north.

Photo: Beach at Golden Gate Bridge, ‘12 5.1.13 Laguardia Airport, NY 5:24 AM Airport lighting buzzing as I sit across from the Terminal D iPad Bar, waiting to board Delta Flight 1919. Tallest Man On Earth is playing in my headphones, more sleep to come, Minneapolis by 9AM/8 Central. 11:58 AM PST San Jose, CA 181 Bus from the airport to a Light Rail to the Freemont BART station and Lee Doerr picks me up at the Powell Street Station. I’ve made it once again to San Francisco and immediately the memories begin flooding back.

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Beach at Golden Gate Bridge, ‘12

5.1.13 Laguardia Airport, NY 5:24 AM

Airport lighting buzzing as I sit across from the Terminal D iPad Bar, waiting to board Delta Flight 1919. Tallest Man On Earth is playing in my headphones, more sleep to come, Minneapolis by 9AM/8 Central.

11:58 AM PST

San Jose, CA 181 Bus from the airport to a Light Rail to the Freemont BART station and Lee Doerr picks me up at the Powell Street Station. I’ve made it once again to San Francisco and immediately the memories begin flooding back.

Stout Grove, Redwood State Forest

Angkor ‘11

Angkor ‘11