For the past few years now, as I have traveled, I have seen a wide array of people living on the streets. Tiny thai men living in tents on top of metals roofs down an ally in Bangkok , legless men in Antigua Guatemala who sweep the walk ways to former anthropology students who started out living on the street as a social experiment then ending up liking it.

This is a collection of men and women who I have interviewed over a nice lunch. I've always struggled with just giving money to these people, so I started taking these people out to lunch in exchange for an interview and some photos. Here is their story:

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I am a repentant child.

This is me repenting if you need clarification. Since its pretty hard to hide the fact that i haven't "blogged" since February i will embrace it with open arms. though not so much that i am willing to regale the past 9 months in great detail, i will give a brief but hopefully concise photo montage of what i have been up too.

Adieu

Dont mess with New York.

New York is for lovers.

During the summer my buddy Llyr called me up with news of cheap plane tickets. so we bought them, and forgot about them until about a week before we were scheduled to fly out. Glad i didnt forget about it because it turned out to be one super good trip. only problem is i dont want to be in Utah anymore because of it. We flew out of SLC to Chicago, then to Philly. Went and saw Andrew Bird (seriously check him out he is amazing) at the Electric Factory in Downtown Philadelphia, had some Cheese stakes, then took a bus to New York where my trip went as follows.

Plane:
















Zee city:























Seth danced with a nice Black lady singing the blues.
















Met a pretty girl named Lindsay who had a train at 6:55.























Got kicked out of Grand Central Station for loitering.























Then Back to Provo, UT:



Work.

This is More or less what i did for work in Jackson.




Jackson 09'

I Have heard of Jackson hole in myths and legends and being a watering hole for the adventure seeker who is also looking for good summer money... these be not myths or nor legends, i say unto thee they be truth!

That is of course if you live in a van.



I saved nearly 2000 dollars this summer with this little investment. One thing that the legends dont talk about is how grossly overpriced rent is. Got this beaut from the Salt Lake City School district for 300 bucks. Tore everything out and made it my home.



I think the best part about it was my job. I worked as a photographer at Spring Creek Ranch, a super ritzy resort on top of a hill with the best view of the tetons as well as Jackson Hole.

With that, sometimes i would be up taking photos of guests riding horses when torrents of rain would come out of no where, like those rashes on your arms after riding the subway in Chicago. Anyways, the last thing these really really rich people want to do is ride all the way down in the rain and hail, so i would offer my home to these good people. Imagine someone who is paying 800 dollars a night for a room at this palce climbing into my van and seeing a bed, coffee table, love seat, bookself, framed photos on the wall, painted walls, carpeted floors and good feelings all in one small cargo van.

Needless to say it was amusing to tell them to wipe there feet before they came into the living room.

And this:



Run the Red Rock

Did this sweet relay awhile back. Arguably one of the more enjoyable things i have done it awhile. Staying up for ungodly hours on end driving through some of the most beautiful scenery Utah has to offer and running endlessly.

187 Miles through 3 national parks 8000 feet in elevation change, and one helluva good time.

The Red Rock Experience

We were legends, it was outstanding to hear people gasp as they see a bunch of dude and two attractive females in absurdly short shorts and tank tops. Gagging or gasps of jealousy, either one i'll take.



Did this:


The Crew & Black Sabbath, our support Van.


Stretching:
Like a caterpillar becomes a butterfly, or perhaps a boy becomes a werewolf, the main point being evolution.

Maple Grove is no more since two of our mates moved and or got married. which left Seth and myself to start up a new Band, The Archers Apple.

I dig this new stuff, and things seem to be going really well. We are playing a lot and got a sweet new guitarist. so basically its still the same just a different sound and new guitarist, Matt seth and I are still here...













Meet Westen, he's our new guitarist. he shreds the gnar.