A cruise ship and other boats passing beneath a bridge, 1968.Photograph by James P. Blair, National Geographic Creative
Some #paddleboard races feel like this. Paddlers in the unlimited class (aka Thomas Maximus, Chuck Glynn, etc) at your side, lots of wake, a bridge somewhere, and to infinity and beyond we go.
There is tons of photoshopping: color correction, time lapse, and likely much more enhancement at play. Nonetheless, all of the design tricks render a stunning image of the underlying pulchritude of nature . (Tricky word use here with “pulchritude” - look it up before jumping to conclusions.)
The most impressive white shark photo I’ve seen to-do, promptly reminding me of my place in the ocean’s food chain, but (then again) also quickly reminding me of the irrational intensity of my fear of sharks. Don’t get me wrong: the fear is rational; only it’s intensity irrational. If I were a perfectly consistent being, my fear of driving my car should be exponentially more intense, throwing me into fits of convulsion and paralysis just of thought of driving a car. But than again, I’m neither perfectly rational or consistent. That’s enough philosophy for a shark photo.
Photo: Denis Scott
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That threw me way back into nostalgia land. If I don’t win, hopefully one of you will and will let me take it for a ride, since I let you know about it. Good luck!
A priceless feeling: man weightless at last. The water could be clearer and warmer. Though transcending, this image does not make me jealous of that wetsuit and murky water.
stunning, yes, but, man, is that a recipe for landslide and earthquake massacre?
St. Lawrence River, Canada, 1974.Photograph by Sam Abell, National Geographic Creative
Add to my list of places to paddle. Now before going, I do wonder how cold and treacherous that place might be. After one of my first river experiences almost turned deadly, a bit of caution is called for.
you have to respect Zane Schweitzer’s athleticism and skills when looking at that turn on his back-hand.
I could use that white sandy beach right now, with warm fluffy sand between my toes and wading at the shoreline, having no hesitation of plunging into that warm water.
ah, that priceless feeling of the sun baking your skin, the warm breadth of the offshore breeze on your face, and that magnetic pulse of the swell thrusting you forward.