Back in February, I followed my father (David), my brother (Jon), and family friend (Joel) into the warzone of the Tough Mudder to document their battles with the obstacles. Little did I know, I would also basically be running the event to ensure I got to the obstacles before they did. Only in substitution for the obstacles, I was running around the woods all day with massive amounts of camera gear on my back.This was easily the most difficult day of shooting I have ever been subjected to. Freezing temperatures, doubled with intense winds hospitalized dozens with hypothermia. I had on two pairs of full long-johns coupled with a leather jacket and I was still freezing. I have no idea how anyone could have finished this event. The conditions were THAT brutal.Regardless, I am SUPER proud of my Dad, Jon, and Joel for running in this… AND FINISHING!
Where do I even start? This is a project that I have been wanting to do for years. On the surface, it is merely a 3-year montage of footage I have shot using my Canon 7D since diving head-first into the realm of DSLR videography. But I feel strongly, that it is impossible to view this video from the surface. In fact, this video pulls you into the very depths of my heart and soul in ways I never thought possible. I stand strong in my conviction that I have never created anything in my life up to this point that harnesses and exposes that very same unfiltered heart and soul. Simply stated… this is the most powerful work I have ever created. Read more
It seems as our cries and pleas have fallen of deaf ears. The proposed legislation to effectively ban drifting inside Atlanta city limits has passed. To say that I am disappointed in the city I call home would be a massive understatement. I am truly heartbroken. To add insult to injury, the word on the street is that the mayor never even saw the case. He has been out of town and it was automatically passed. So not only do I feel we weren’t able to properly defend ourselves to begin with… it turns out we never even had a chance.I will say that with what we were given… we fought our damnedest. No HOA or city council member can take that away from us. We pulled together even TIGHTER as a community. They gave us a fight, and we fought. And regardless of the outcome, we went out with our fists swinging and our feet kicking. I’m proud of this community for that. We had 8 solid years of what I will look back to be the best time of my life. The friendships we built, the driving we had, and all of the other infinitely positive aspects that we flourished in that Turner Field Blue Lot are something nobody will ever be able to take from any of us. So while our time at Turner has come to an end… what we take with us is far more valuable than that stretch of tarmac.Is drifting now dead at Turner Field? Unfortunately yes. Is drifting now dead in Atlanta? Absolutely not. If there is one thing I’ve learned about this community… is we will figure out a way and forge ahead. This locomotive has too much momentum to just derail itself now. We may have lost this battle, but we have not lost the war.