“A boy has a right to dream. There are endless possibilities stretched out before him. What awaits him down the path, he will then have to choose. Children leave their homes in search of this quest. As they search, they are always asking questions. What’s out there? What’s waiting for me? Believe in your-self and create your own destiny. Do not fear failure.”
Everything should be viewed individually, Everything has a story.
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived, their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough. Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows. You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind. In time, Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain,
and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty. By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest. The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly, their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls. Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain. Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the monkey. For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep. And then came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams. There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There was only fire. And then, nothing.
Sam Weaver Portland, OR Canon 5D Mk II | Fuji X-E2
Your landscape photography is fantastic, but you also shoot downhill skateboarding events. Tell us a little about the sport and why you enjoy photographing it in such scenic environments.
For the most part it is skaters riding gravity down mountainous roads. I’m endlessly inspired by the way riders use and respond to the road. Even the roads themselves are inspiring, they can be beautiful structures designed to over come the brutality of nature. Seeing riders blast down an epic, scenic road is an art form unto itself. From a photographic stand point what’s not to like? Action, leading lines and a beautiful backdrop.