Moments in time are like artists. Once they die, their work becomes immortal, allusive, and extraordinary. Finding time to revisit old photo folders ("
old" can be only a few days once stuff gets put onto dusty hard drives) is something that gets tougher and less pragmatic with passing days. But, when givin' the chance (1:00 am or later) to go through them, I can see these fleeing moments like a Monet. Without passing them on, they just get all dusty up in the attic, ya know?
6.23.08_Hanging out with
Tony Lamiche this summer in
South Africa was a riot! Tony was crushing about every problem in the Rocklands and finding new projects daily when he, out of boredom, tried a steep move and tweaked his knee, badly.
Noah Kaufman bought him a pellet gun and countless ammo to help cure his boredom around the house, which he did every day when we returned. Don't cross the French (especially the injured) or you'll have red welts for days!
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Tony couldn't even walk with out assistance for days until he saw The "Sky Project." With time wearing thin on his trip, Tony crutched out for two nights as the temps got prime to have himself a crack at unlocking the massive moves. Notice the crutches.
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As the night grew later, and Tony got closer,
his pants came off. (Of course, as to not restrict forward progression towards the holds.) Here is a short time lapse image of Tony, in his undies with headlamp, trying the big crux move. The boulder is lit by the support of 6 head-lamped onlookers. To no avail, on this particular evening, the project was left for another's bid.
When
Daniel Woods arrived a month later,
"Sky" was opened at 8B+/V14.
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