The weather was beautiful, much warmer than Pennsylvania but it also provided 100% sunshine all day, which made me rely a lot more heavily on my strobes to balance out the harsh light. 3,400 photos later, here is a handful of my favorites from the day.
Monday, October 7, 2013
Savage Race Georgia 2013
It's all starting to become a muddy blur of screaming savages and weekends on the road. There are only two more Savage Race events left this year and the big daddy of them all is in two weeks: Little Everglades Ranch, Florida. But before I get ahead of myself, let me just say how much I love the Georgia Savage Race venue at Moonlight Stables; it's a hard act to follow. The thousands of participants showed up, got chewed up, and then spit out on the hardest Savage Race event yet. The course was 6 miles through undulating hills and the creators introduced a new obstacle that forced everyone to drag their tired bodies up a hill by climbing along the underside of a cargo net. Gnarly.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Savage Race Pennsylvania Poconos
Shooting for Savage Race is great. I meet thousands of people, I get real physical challenge while photographing, and I get to taste all the different types of mud from all over the country. What's not to love?
The last event took me to the Poconos of Pennsylvania. There was a good turnout despite the cold front that rolled through. The night before, temperatures were in the low 40s and they didn't get much higher than 55 during race day. My teeth were chattering while I photographed the ice bath, I don't know how the participants survived. Still, all the savages came out guns blazing and I can't wait to go back next year.
Here are some of my favorites from the afternoon. Next stop, Georgia!
The last event took me to the Poconos of Pennsylvania. There was a good turnout despite the cold front that rolled through. The night before, temperatures were in the low 40s and they didn't get much higher than 55 during race day. My teeth were chattering while I photographed the ice bath, I don't know how the participants survived. Still, all the savages came out guns blazing and I can't wait to go back next year.
Here are some of my favorites from the afternoon. Next stop, Georgia!
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Reunion: Cooperstown, New York
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| Cabin under the stars - Cooperstown, NY - Photo © Mac Stone |
This year we picked upstate New York in Cooperstown where my friend Adam Sittler lives and we spent the weekend camped in a cabin up in the mountains. The only time we left was to go into town to participate in a Cooperstown tradition of a baseball/whiffle ball tournament, which lasted 8 hours. We took home the championship and then retreated back to the woods to celebrate.
That night was perfect. We explored the woods for hours, bouncing headlamps in the night finding all kinds of wildlife, until we emerged on the opposite side of the cabin. It was an incredible scene. The Milky Way stretched across the sky and polar fog veiled the mountain pond, illuminated by the amber glow of tungsten on wood. I ran back to grab a camera, composing a few images while listening to familiar stories echoing from the porch.
Who knows what we'll do next year, but this is going to be a hard one to beat. Long live great traditions.
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Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Swimming with Alligators
Ok, before you start trying to nominate me for the Darwin Awards, read the post.
Meet Chris Gillette. Chris is a professional gator wrestler living in Homestead, Florida. He performs weekly shows at Everglades Outpost Wildlife Rescue and the Everglades Alligator Farm to teach the public about crocodilian behavior and what to do should you ever find yourself in a situation like the one pictured above. You might recognize him from the television show Gator Boys, but I met Chris through our small circle of South Florida adventurers, and after seeing images of him handling alligators the gears started turning on how I might be able to meet him in his element and make a few images of my own. I just bought an underwater housing so it seemed like a perfect way to break in the new equipment. I envisioned a relatively tame shoot where he handled what he called his "big puppy dogs" and my end goal was to create a series of images that showed a more docile side to these feared reptiles. Of course, things don't always play out as you plan them.
The bad news broke early as Chris let me know that his favorite alligator had recently passed away and instead, we would be working with freshly caught, aggressive nuisance alligators from Big Cypress National Preserve. Great. The good news, however, is that the water was cold, very cold, so they would likely be disinclined to act out. Luckily I brought my wet suit. His girlfriend, Ashley Lawrence who also handles alligators, was there to help spot and make sure nothing went wrong. Admittedly, I was feeling pretty cavalier, because here I had two of the most qualified handlers watching my back and making sure the shoot went smoothly. Plus, I had seen them in similar situations plenty of times so I was hungry to get in the water and start making images. Chris quickly put me in check, saying that I should be nervous and that it was a little unhealthy not to be. It could have been the water temperature, but as soon as I submerged and entered their world, I looked head-on at a 9-foot alligator and peed my wetsuit.![]() |
| Gator belly - Homestead, FL - Photo © Mac Stone |
Before we got in the water, though, Chris told me what to expect. Since these gators hadn't been handled before they would be unpredictable and would likely resist being grabbed or approached. In the event that a gator charged me, he cautioned that I sit perfectly still and just act like a rock. I'll be the first to say that it's one thing to envision yourself in that situation, and something altogether different to actually perform. I was on SCUBA so I didn't have to worry about continually coming to the surface for air. I sat on the bottom, like a rock, just as Chris suggested. But when he reached for the first gator and it wiggled free, it made a bee-line straight for me. I braced for impact and the gator's snout slammed into my shoulder and kept swimming, as if I weren't even there. I looked up and Chris was treading water, smiling, with two thumbs up.
I've grown up with gators and have had my fair share of close calls in the wild, but in this moment I was really proud of myself. Once I hurdled that obstacle, the rest of the shoot went smoothly. In fact, they were so comfortable with me, that one of the large gators even found a nice resting spot between my legs while I photographed another.
It was one of the most invigorating shoots I've done and it gave me a new appreciation for the work that Chris, Ashley, Everglades Outpost and the Everglades Alligator Farm do for the public. Normally, these nuisance alligators would be euthanized. These businesses give the gators a second chance and in turn help reeducate the masses that our reptilian neighbors are not blood-thirsty man-eaters. They are the freshwater equivalent to sharks: misunderstood and in need of some good PR.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Weekends on the Fly
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| Micah Groeber hikes in to a favorite fishing hole - North Carolina |
A wild trout stream is the one thing that competes for attention with my camera. When the fishing is good it's impossible to pry a fly rod out of my hands. I won't eat, I forget to drink water; I'm like a labrador chasing a tennis ball. While working as a fishing guide in Wyoming along the North Platte River I once watched a bear cross the river twenty feet in front of me and climb atop a rock, dripping wet and backlit in golden light and my camera sat idly in its bag all because a trico hatch had brown trout slamming my fly after every cast. Fly fishing is the ultimate vacation. Sometimes I can't even force myself to take pictures because I hate the idea of missing even a few moments of good water.
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| Micah fishing a favorite stretch of stream - Photo © Mac Stone |
Recently I've gotten better at balancing the two and it's mostly by force. In the smaller streams of North Carolina there's simply not enough room for two people to fish side by side. So when I head out for a day on the water with good friend Micah Groeber, I get to be both angler and photographer. Plus, he gladly helps carry my underwater housing so long as I get photos of the action.
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| Colorful brown trout - Photo © Mac Stone |
Lately, we've been getting into some really good streams. While most serious anglers head west for big fish, Micah and I have been finding some of the heartiest and most colorful native browns I've ever seen in the Blue Ridge. When you're pulling 20'' browns out of three feet of Appalachian mountain water, what's not to photograph?
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| Brown trout - Photo © Mac Stone |
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| Micah with his prized brown - Photo © Mac Stone |
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| 20'' wild brown trout - Photo © Mac Stone |
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Outdoor Photographer Feature: Swamp Things
In case you missed it on the newsstands, Outdoor Photographer, one of the country's top nature photography magazines, just published a piece I wrote on America's swamps. I've been thumbing through this magazine for nearly twelve years picking up tips and reading insightful columns by some of the greats. I was really stoked when the magazine offered to print my story as it's increasingly difficult to find spread space amidst all the great landscape photographers of the mountains. If you'd like to take a look at some of the images and read the article follow the link here:
Outdoor Photographer: Swamp Things by Mac Stone
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