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https://dcinematools.com/ycvqcklxr2 I was pretty stoked when Chad over at Hatch Magazine asked me to be a judge for the 2014 Fly-Fishing Photo Contest over at Hatch Magazine. It was quite a task to sort through the plentiful entries—there were some stellar images! Always fun to see how creative people can get when capturing the awesome places we get to fish and play.
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go to link It’s also been a hella year for Fire Girl Photography. This has been the busiest year yet—huge thanks to all who have made it so. Without my editors and publishers, random people who let me take photographs and interview them, and the pile of notepads (both digital and paper) that accommodate weird, random ideas at all hours of the day and night, it wouldn’t be possible. Next year looks to be even busier—some pretty fun pieces rolling out in January—and I can’t wait to see what comes around the corner.
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click It’s been a wild week here in Belize. I’m currently writing from the screen porch at El Pescador, where I’m hunkered in from the afternoon showers and trying madly not to fall asleep on the striped cushions. I still feel like I’m rocking a bit after eight hours on the panga throwing flies today (maybe the daiquiri isn’t helping) and feeling the tingle of a kind-of-epic sunburn on my face and forearms.
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The fifteen-person photo crew—exactly two of whom I had met before—turned out to be awesome. There’s nothing for building team cohesion like sticking them in a foreign country and asking them to create something fantastic under in adverse conditions. We laughed. We got soaked in the rain. We splashed around in brake-less golf carts through the streets of San Pedro and prayed we wouldn’t hit anyone. It was a fantastic crew (mostly NYC-based) made up of folks who proved to be real troopers.
And what can I say except awesome things about El Pescador? From the staff who magically seem to remember everyone’s name, to pickup games of volleyball, to Mariano’s magical bar concoctions, to the stunning facility, it’s a place I have not left yet and already yearn to come back to.
And, yeah, after everyone else from the Orvis photo shoot left today, I got a bit of fishing in. Got my first bonefish (kind of fun for this Montana girl!) and then we chased tarpon. Lots of shots and a few follows. I’ll be back.
Look for more tales from Belize to come in all manner of forums—from the Orvis catalogs to various fishing magazines and websites to this blog. So many amazing stories, I’m struggling to catalog and comprehend them all.
An epic-level cold and about four hours of sleep a night for the past week hasn’t really helped.
But, hey, life is awesome. And while I’m not terribly stoked to be returning to Vermont, I’m sure more adventures will be on the way. It’s going to take a while to recover and write the stories I need to from this one.
After all, any work escapade when you get “kidnapped” but three friendly Belizians and taken to a local beachside bar to celebrate the near-wrap of the shoot can’t be too bad…but that’s a story for another day.
Stay tuned.
Casting competition, El Pescador-style.
Street boys in San Pedro, Belize.
Belize River… howler monkeys hooting in the background.
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Max the guard dog / greeter.
Sunset on the West side of Ambergris Caye.
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The first dusting of winter.
Packed up and on the road once more. I’ve got a quick overnight in Albany, New York (still feels weird to write the words Best Place Order Tramadol Online New York with any sense of familiarity) before flying out on the early bird flight. Destination? Southbound.
Belize.
I woke this morning to the first snowy day here in Vermont, and persistent flurries have stuck around throughout the day. I find I’m kind of okay with leaving the white stuff behind for a week, and resigned to returning and bundling up for the winter.
Flying into Belize City tomorrow and spending a day exploring the local ruins (scouting for fashion shoot locations) before flying out to El Pescador on Sunday. I’m shooting B-roll for the Orvis fashion shoot, marketing images for El Pescador, and meeting with the in-country director of Rare, an innovative conservation group working in the area. And, apparently, modeling for our half-day of Orvis fishing clothing photography. Should be interesting… I’m far more comfortable behind the camera than in front of it.
But if it means I get a chance to fish in Belize, then hell yes.
Not sure how much time or opportunity I’ll have to post this the coming week. The traditional weekly “Vermont Chronicles” post will run on Chi Wulff on Sunday, and I’ll try to Instagram and / or update as internet connection allows.
Rest assured a boatload of tropical images will be coming your way soon.
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I was excited this afternoon when I was told one of my images made the home page of Orvis.com. Pending where you are in the country, sounds like the new site may not display yet, but some of you will be able to get a glimpse of the Firehole River on the “Sale” tile.
Taken on a cold, sub-zero late fall day in Yellowstone—perfect photo weather—this image is part of a collection showcasing the wintertime colors and the steam clouds of the first national park in a season most people never see it in. Winter is one of my favorite times in Yellowstone, largely due to the quiet and the decided lack of people.
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