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Cory Richards Instagram - February 4th, 2011. // A lot changed after this photo. And if I’m honest, its taken 12 years to gratefully embrace the radical shifts. On one hand, the climb and avalanche launched a long and meaningful career with @natgeo I did 12 feature assignments for the magazine that affected policy and conservation. The the world opened up. I also took a lot of it for granted, often missing the moment, blinded by an onslaught of opportunity and arrogance. Just now am I really feeling the gravity of what I was offered. But the avalanche also led me into a long and often dark journey with complex post traumatic stress and acute PTSD, unraveling much of my inner world, influencing my actions, leading me to behave out of alignment with my values and virtue. All of that led me into my advocacy around mental health. I discovered that feigned vulnerability was a way to mask the inner turmoil. I had all the words, but none of the feelings. Speaking to it drove disconnection because I was was using vulnerability to hijack connection which drove isolation. By being “honest” and “authentic”, I could escape real accountability. I needed to go through it to understand. I was disconnected not only with the world around me, but with myself. In time, I learned what real authenticity looks and feels like. I learned that I can know it all, but knowledge isn’t healing. In fact, the knowing is often a trap, leading us into stories that hold us captive. Healing happens when we drop the story, stop hiding behind it to justify all the bullshit, and transcend the narrative. I see this a lot these days. One of the issues with the broader and much needed conversation around mental health is it gets used not to understand but excuse poor behavior. Choices are still ours. Stories are chosen. And even if actions feel out of our control, addressing the root issues is not. The work of mental health is not leveraging brokenness to sidestep responsibility. Brokenness itself is a story. Yes, things happen. Yes, they can change our brains. Our job is to care for and heal those wounds, understand our stories but not be defined by them, and bring us into alignment with ourselves.
Cory Richards Instagram - February 4th, 2011. // A lot changed after this photo. And if I’m honest, its taken 12 years to gratefully embrace the radical shifts. On one hand, the climb and avalanche launched a long and meaningful career with @natgeo I did 12 feature assignments for the magazine that affected policy and conservation. The the world opened up. I also took a lot of it for granted, often missing the moment, blinded by an onslaught of opportunity and arrogance. Just now am I really feeling the gravity of what I was offered. But the avalanche also led me into a long and often dark journey with complex post traumatic stress and acute PTSD, unraveling much of my inner world, influencing my actions, leading me to behave out of alignment with my values and virtue. All of that led me into my advocacy around mental health. I discovered that feigned vulnerability was a way to mask the inner turmoil. I had all the words, but none of the feelings. Speaking to it drove disconnection because I was was using vulnerability to hijack connection which drove isolation. By being “honest” and “authentic”, I could escape real accountability. I needed to go through it to understand. I was disconnected not only with the world around me, but with myself. In time, I learned what real authenticity looks and feels like. I learned that I can know it all, but knowledge isn’t healing. In fact, the knowing is often a trap, leading us into stories that hold us captive. Healing happens when we drop the story, stop hiding behind it to justify all the bullshit, and transcend the narrative. I see this a lot these days. One of the issues with the broader and much needed conversation around mental health is it gets used not to understand but excuse poor behavior. Choices are still ours. Stories are chosen. And even if actions feel out of our control, addressing the root issues is not. The work of mental health is not leveraging brokenness to sidestep responsibility. Brokenness itself is a story. Yes, things happen. Yes, they can change our brains. Our job is to care for and heal those wounds, understand our stories but not be defined by them, and bring us into alignment with ourselves.
Cory Richards Instagram - February 4th, 2011. // A lot changed after this photo. And if I’m honest, its taken 12 years to gratefully embrace the radical shifts. On one hand, the climb and avalanche launched a long and meaningful career with @natgeo I did 12 feature assignments for the magazine that affected policy and conservation. The the world opened up. I also took a lot of it for granted, often missing the moment, blinded by an onslaught of opportunity and arrogance. Just now am I really feeling the gravity of what I was offered. But the avalanche also led me into a long and often dark journey with complex post traumatic stress and acute PTSD, unraveling much of my inner world, influencing my actions, leading me to behave out of alignment with my values and virtue. All of that led me into my advocacy around mental health. I discovered that feigned vulnerability was a way to mask the inner turmoil. I had all the words, but none of the feelings. Speaking to it drove disconnection because I was was using vulnerability to hijack connection which drove isolation. By being “honest” and “authentic”, I could escape real accountability. I needed to go through it to understand. I was disconnected not only with the world around me, but with myself. In time, I learned what real authenticity looks and feels like. I learned that I can know it all, but knowledge isn’t healing. In fact, the knowing is often a trap, leading us into stories that hold us captive. Healing happens when we drop the story, stop hiding behind it to justify all the bullshit, and transcend the narrative. I see this a lot these days. One of the issues with the broader and much needed conversation around mental health is it gets used not to understand but excuse poor behavior. Choices are still ours. Stories are chosen. And even if actions feel out of our control, addressing the root issues is not. The work of mental health is not leveraging brokenness to sidestep responsibility. Brokenness itself is a story. Yes, things happen. Yes, they can change our brains. Our job is to care for and heal those wounds, understand our stories but not be defined by them, and bring us into alignment with ourselves.
Cory Richards Instagram - A few people have asked me to give a thought or something to this photo. I think that it's one of those pictures that's meant to let the viewer decide what it "means" or if it means anything at all. It was a beautiful evening out in Texas. The water was low and calm, and it was very quiet. @kayotejoseph and I were talking about stories and how they shape us and debating whether or not aging was just a story and I said, "As far as I know, Buddha still got old and died. I like the poetry of a beginning and end. If there wasn't an end, the middle wouldn't mean anything. Living forever as atoms is enough." I like getting older because I know so much less. I'm less certain of anything. Maybe it is all some cosmic simulation. I don't really care because we experience it as we do and all the ideas of manifestation and trying to live forever seems a bit arrogant. Don't get me wrong. I believe in the power of manifestation and the mind. I just don't need it to be an identity. For me, it's quiet, personal work. I don't need to wear beads and tell everyone how spiritual I am. I don't need to do ayahuasca 60 times and make sure you know. The most spiritual, in touch people I've ever met were wearing overalls and had dirty hands. If they wore beads, they were hidden under a frayed flannel. I have a limited amount of time. I'm shooting for 92-94 years. Right now I'm just choosing to be grateful for what I have, accepting it, and making changes from self acceptance vs. self rejection. As far as I've experienced, lasting change doesn't come from a pill or a plant or a book which all search outside of ourselves to unlock whats already in us. By all means, go on a journey. Get a glimpse of god. Feel connected. Just don't mistake an experience for change. Just because you made fire in a dream doesnt mean you know how when you' re awake. You gotta go rub some sticks togehter. It's just information. It's just like a book. You can read a thousand books about being a better version of yourself and still be wildly unhappy and never change a damn thing. In my experience, lasting change doesn't come from what we aren't, but what we are. I guess I did have something to say.
Cory Richards Instagram - On June 3, 1972 my parents were married. For 51 years, they’ve chosen love. And on the days when love was scarce, they chose patient commitment. I think a lot about what makes relationships last which seems rarer and rarer these days. Many people say communication. For me, and for my parents, it boils down to another word: safety. In safety, they’ve been able to overcome all that life has thrown at them from challenging children to cancer. Today I’m grateful for every decision they’ve made because without them, I would not be me. I inherited their curiosity, their deep appreciation for wild places, and their awe for the world and all its mystery. I’m proud of their example. Despite all the complexity of life, they’ve carried on, mostly smiling. Now, our family has crossed the threshold where every day is a gift. In these waning moments, I’ve watched them become more giving. Tonight is a full moon and they are celebrating under an Italian sky. They deserve it. Also, here’s some footage of dad eating gelato…
Cory Richards Instagram - On June 3, 1972 my parents were married. For 51 years, they’ve chosen love. And on the days when love was scarce, they chose patient commitment. I think a lot about what makes relationships last which seems rarer and rarer these days. Many people say communication. For me, and for my parents, it boils down to another word: safety. In safety, they’ve been able to overcome all that life has thrown at them from challenging children to cancer. Today I’m grateful for every decision they’ve made because without them, I would not be me. I inherited their curiosity, their deep appreciation for wild places, and their awe for the world and all its mystery. I’m proud of their example. Despite all the complexity of life, they’ve carried on, mostly smiling. Now, our family has crossed the threshold where every day is a gift. In these waning moments, I’ve watched them become more giving. Tonight is a full moon and they are celebrating under an Italian sky. They deserve it. Also, here’s some footage of dad eating gelato…
Cory Richards Instagram - On June 3, 1972 my parents were married. For 51 years, they’ve chosen love. And on the days when love was scarce, they chose patient commitment. I think a lot about what makes relationships last which seems rarer and rarer these days. Many people say communication. For me, and for my parents, it boils down to another word: safety. In safety, they’ve been able to overcome all that life has thrown at them from challenging children to cancer. Today I’m grateful for every decision they’ve made because without them, I would not be me. I inherited their curiosity, their deep appreciation for wild places, and their awe for the world and all its mystery. I’m proud of their example. Despite all the complexity of life, they’ve carried on, mostly smiling. Now, our family has crossed the threshold where every day is a gift. In these waning moments, I’ve watched them become more giving. Tonight is a full moon and they are celebrating under an Italian sky. They deserve it. Also, here’s some footage of dad eating gelato…
Cory Richards Instagram - On June 3, 1972 my parents were married. For 51 years, they’ve chosen love. And on the days when love was scarce, they chose patient commitment. I think a lot about what makes relationships last which seems rarer and rarer these days. Many people say communication. For me, and for my parents, it boils down to another word: safety. In safety, they’ve been able to overcome all that life has thrown at them from challenging children to cancer. Today I’m grateful for every decision they’ve made because without them, I would not be me. I inherited their curiosity, their deep appreciation for wild places, and their awe for the world and all its mystery. I’m proud of their example. Despite all the complexity of life, they’ve carried on, mostly smiling. Now, our family has crossed the threshold where every day is a gift. In these waning moments, I’ve watched them become more giving. Tonight is a full moon and they are celebrating under an Italian sky. They deserve it. Also, here’s some footage of dad eating gelato…
Cory Richards Instagram - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Cory Richards Instagram - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Cory Richards Instagram - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Cory Richards Instagram - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Cory Richards Instagram - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Cory Richards Instagram - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Cory Richards Instagram - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Cory Richards Instagram - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Cory Richards Instagram - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Cory Richards Instagram - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Cory Richards Instagram - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Cory Richards Instagram - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Cory Richards Instagram - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Cory Richards Instagram - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Cory Richards Instagram - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Cory Richards Instagram - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Cory Richards Instagram - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Cory Richards Instagram - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Cory Richards Instagram - Intense green ❇️ This pink gold timepiece, worn by our One of Not Many Talent @coryrichards, features complications that assist the daily life of the traveler: a dual time zone combined with a day-night indicator and a date hand. Its self-winding movement offers a power reserve of nearly 3 days.   To accentuate the intensity of this new colour on the Overseas dual time, meticulous care has been lavished on the finishing touches. Against a translucent lacquered backdrop playing on depth effects, the centre is graced with sunburst satin-brushing, while the flange is delicately velvet-finished.   🗺️ Travel companion of @coryrichards   #VacheronConstantin #OneOfNotMany #vacheron #thehourlounge #watches #watch #watchesofinstagram #horology #watchoftheday #instawatch #geneva #swissmade #swisswatch
Cory Richards Instagram - MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.
Cory Richards Instagram - MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.
Cory Richards Instagram - MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.
Cory Richards Instagram - MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.
Cory Richards Instagram - MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.
Cory Richards Instagram - As soon as we are trying to “practice non attachment”, we are already off course. We are rejecting our authentic experience. Practicing non attachment is detaching from reality. Pop-culture pseudoscientific spiritualism uses non attachment as a form of emotional bypassing: a rejection of the authentic human experience. Non attachment is not how the brain functions. That’s a story we don’t get to choose. Instead, when we arrive at “it is”, we slowly divorce ourselves from outcomes. It requires practice and patience. To be attached is to be human. We are literally and physically born attached to our mothers. It’s what creates strong, healthy bonds. We need attachment to survive. Emotional attachment is an evolutionary necessity, and all attachment is emotional. Unhealthy attachments are those that reject our deepest truths and side step what is. By giving the authentic experience a voice, we exchanged the pursuit of non attachment (fighting against ourselves) for deep authenticity (aligning with experience). That doesn’t mean we won’t suffer. We will. I’d argue that Buddha was not free from suffering sitting under a tree. He suffered deeply. He saw it clearly, felt it, and accepted it moment by moment. He didn’t manifest a better future. Each moment “manifested” naturally, leading to authentic non attachment. “It is”, no matter how uncomfortable, is authentic presence. Bypassing what “is” by chasing non attachment is, quite frankly, a bullshit trope that prolongs suffering. Being authentic doesn’t keep us stuck in sadness. Instead, it moves us through it. If I want to not be in pain, I first need to accept, really really accept that I am in pain and embrace it, moment by moment. Emotions are necessary and we actually can’t choose to simply step out of them. It’s a form of self betrayal. They will always come back in a different way at a later date. Instead, we choose to step into them. I’m quite comfortable being attached. When I admit to my attachments and engage with the suffering and joy they bring, I become less concerned with outcomes and I think this is called non attachment. Stop trying to “practice non attachment”. It’s like running after the horizon.
Cory Richards Instagram - Instagram vs. reality? This platform is filled with content showcasing only the best of our lives. @SollisHealth #sollishealthwarriors campaign peels it back, and I'm grateful. Curation fuels escapism and a relentless need to be different... better...than we are. We all want to improve, and that shows us one of the fundamental beauties of the human condition. But real change comes from radical acceptance of who we are now. And rarely do we expose the struggles we face alone. I opened up to Sollis about my experience with mental health. I am excited to stand next to the other Sollis Health Warriors to create a space for honest conversations about invisible and chronic illnesses. Read more about my journey in my stories and link in bio.
Cory Richards Instagram - Instagram vs. reality? This platform is filled with content showcasing only the best of our lives. @SollisHealth #sollishealthwarriors campaign peels it back, and I'm grateful. Curation fuels escapism and a relentless need to be different... better...than we are. We all want to improve, and that shows us one of the fundamental beauties of the human condition. But real change comes from radical acceptance of who we are now. And rarely do we expose the struggles we face alone. I opened up to Sollis about my experience with mental health. I am excited to stand next to the other Sollis Health Warriors to create a space for honest conversations about invisible and chronic illnesses. Read more about my journey in my stories and link in bio.
Cory Richards Instagram - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
Cory Richards Instagram - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
Cory Richards Instagram - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
Cory Richards Instagram - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
Cory Richards Instagram - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
Cory Richards Instagram - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
Cory Richards Instagram - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
Cory Richards Instagram - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
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Cory Richards Instagram - I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - Link in Bio!!! 20" x 26" (SIGNED NUMBERED EDITION of 100) 5 color silkscreen print on 100# Cougar Smooth White Paper by the massively talented Ernesto Yerena @ernestoyerena based on one of my favorite images for National Geographic from an expedition to the Franz Josef Land Archipelago. @amplifierart is joining @natgeo and the Campaign for Nature's conservation 30x30 initiative! This initiative - which is supported by over 100 countries worldwide - seeks to protect at least 30% of the planet’s land and oceans by the year 2030. Increasing the acreage of protected zones will help achieve habitat conservation goals while also reversing the negative impacts of biodiversity decline and climate change. Each purchase helps us get this artwork and accompanying lesson plans on conservation for FREE into thousands of classrooms across the U.S. and beyond!
Cory Richards Instagram - Link in Bio!!! 20" x 26" (SIGNED NUMBERED EDITION of 100) 5 color silkscreen print on 100# Cougar Smooth White Paper by the massively talented Ernesto Yerena @ernestoyerena based on one of my favorite images for National Geographic from an expedition to the Franz Josef Land Archipelago. @amplifierart is joining @natgeo and the Campaign for Nature's conservation 30x30 initiative! This initiative - which is supported by over 100 countries worldwide - seeks to protect at least 30% of the planet’s land and oceans by the year 2030. Increasing the acreage of protected zones will help achieve habitat conservation goals while also reversing the negative impacts of biodiversity decline and climate change. Each purchase helps us get this artwork and accompanying lesson plans on conservation for FREE into thousands of classrooms across the U.S. and beyond!
Cory Richards Instagram - Link in Bio!!! 20" x 26" (SIGNED NUMBERED EDITION of 100) 5 color silkscreen print on 100# Cougar Smooth White Paper by the massively talented Ernesto Yerena @ernestoyerena based on one of my favorite images for National Geographic from an expedition to the Franz Josef Land Archipelago. @amplifierart is joining @natgeo and the Campaign for Nature's conservation 30x30 initiative! This initiative - which is supported by over 100 countries worldwide - seeks to protect at least 30% of the planet’s land and oceans by the year 2030. Increasing the acreage of protected zones will help achieve habitat conservation goals while also reversing the negative impacts of biodiversity decline and climate change. Each purchase helps us get this artwork and accompanying lesson plans on conservation for FREE into thousands of classrooms across the U.S. and beyond!
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Cory Richards Instagram - The thing about earthquakes is that they impact poor and vulnerable communities the most. Those who can’t afford to reinforce their homes, or who don’t have a surplus of resources like family, income, or grain to weather months of rebuilding and trauma. In light of the recent 6.4 magnitude earthquake that struck Western Nepal last night - just miles from Mustang - and our hope to focus public attention on supporting relief efforts, we will postpone our travelogue until next week. Currently, there are 150 known deaths from the quake with many hundreds more injured and tens of thousands left without shelter as winter approaches. Please watch this space for updates on how you can help the families in Jajarkot and Rukum recover and build back better. With love, Cory and Ben
Cory Richards Instagram - Charisma, fame, good looks, superhuman physical and artistic achievements. Some people seem to be everything you dream of becoming. And as @coryrichards shares in this interview, everything can be nothing and anything can be the opportunity for presence, mindfulness and connection to who and what matters most.  Cory climbed Mount Everest without supplemental oxygen in 2016 and was the first and only American to climb one of the world’s 8,000 meter peaks in winter, where he almost died in an avalanche and took one of the most famous photos of his career that became the cover of the 125th anniversary issue of @natgeo. Cory has been a @natgeoadventure of the Year and National Geographic Photographer fellow.  His memoir, The Color of Everything, out July 9th, tells the story of his journey with mental health and how it has shaped his life, his path as an adventurer and artist and his decision to walk away from climbing, photography and shed his former identities to move to LA and be a writer.  Once I started reading The Color of Everything, I couldn’t put it down and since I finished it, I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s a profound, must-read book and I’m sure you’ll see it on many best of the year lists come December. To pre-order the book now, go to the link in bio.  Footage courtesy of Cory, @fossil, @nikonusa
Cory Richards Instagram - READ CAPTION // Mental health medications…let’s talk about ‘em. I think I was probably medicated too young, but it’s an unanswerable question. The various labels and mental health hurdles I’ve navigated over the years have brought with them an assortment of pills of various sizes and colors and I’ve often wondered about their efficacy. And still, I’ve taken them because overall, I believe in their value. It’s unarguable that we are an over diagnosed and over medicated society. It’s also important that I make clear that I’m not endorsing big pharma here. This isn’t a commentary on the healthcare system. What I’m challenging is the stigma around mental health medications. Many of these substances save lives and keep people safe and the idea that they are “bad” or unnecessary can be far more harmful than taking them. Yes, they can come with some shitty side effects. Yes, we need a lot more research and solutions and options. But there isn’t a silver bullet to calm the tempests of the mind and anyone peddling a sure shot with a handful of herbs and supplements probably isn’t very trustworthy. At their best, medications are used to carefully mitigate symptoms while addressing the underlying issues (almost always some form of trauma) That’s where the gold is. Building new systems and patterns of behavior is often only possible in the absence of acute symptoms. Still, some issues really do benefit from life long medicating. The truth that healthy people aren’t profitable is a tragedy. Big pharma isn’t incentivized to HEAL people. They make money off TREATING people. But those treatments can and do save lives. It’s impossible to make it all go away with a pill. But sometimes a pill makes it all seem a bit more possible. As with almost everything, mental health medications are a “yes, AND…” #thecolorofeverything
Cory Richards Instagram - I identified as an alcoholic for a decade. And here are some of my thoughts… As always, I’d love to know your thoughts below. 👇
Cory Richards Instagram - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Cory Richards Instagram - Just a bunch of atoms that exploded 13.8 billion years ago and only exist when we are looking. Daily reminder to stop trying so hard for a moment and notice what you’re already a part of. #thecolorofeverything
Cory Richards Instagram - Just a bunch of atoms that exploded 13.8 billion years ago and only exist when we are looking. Daily reminder to stop trying so hard for a moment and notice what you’re already a part of. #thecolorofeverything
Cory Richards Instagram - To the oldest part of our brain, the experience of climbing is interpreted as an act of survival and survival is stressful work. The sympathetic nervous system fires up and we step into fight, flight, or freeze and choose to fight. We fight gravity. We fight fear. We fight with our muscles and every cell of our body. We fight with our conscious and subconscious minds alike and the whole game is learning to manage the stress response and ultimately work in tandem with our brain and body in pursuit of a goal. In that way, it becomes an act of mindfulness because in order to survive, we’re forced to distill order from chaos and focus on the now. The discomfort of it all is offset by the highs that come with it. It’s beautiful and breathtaking and life-affirming in a way that few other sports can ever be. The conscious mind colors the experience with all sorts of stories and little self-deceptions about what we’re doing and why. But to the ancient part of the brain, it’s all the same thing; in that five-hundred-million-year-old piece of the mind, there is no poetry or story and we can tell no lies to escape the fact that the neurobiological basis of climbing is sim-ple: Don’t die. Chaos is what I know best. - an excerpt from my memoir, The Color of Everything, coming out next week. Link to pre-order in my bio!
Cory Richards Instagram - To the oldest part of our brain, the experience of climbing is interpreted as an act of survival and survival is stressful work. The sympathetic nervous system fires up and we step into fight, flight, or freeze and choose to fight. We fight gravity. We fight fear. We fight with our muscles and every cell of our body. We fight with our conscious and subconscious minds alike and the whole game is learning to manage the stress response and ultimately work in tandem with our brain and body in pursuit of a goal. In that way, it becomes an act of mindfulness because in order to survive, we’re forced to distill order from chaos and focus on the now. The discomfort of it all is offset by the highs that come with it. It’s beautiful and breathtaking and life-affirming in a way that few other sports can ever be. The conscious mind colors the experience with all sorts of stories and little self-deceptions about what we’re doing and why. But to the ancient part of the brain, it’s all the same thing; in that five-hundred-million-year-old piece of the mind, there is no poetry or story and we can tell no lies to escape the fact that the neurobiological basis of climbing is sim-ple: Don’t die. Chaos is what I know best. - an excerpt from my memoir, The Color of Everything, coming out next week. Link to pre-order in my bio!
Cory Richards Instagram - When people talk about how long it takes to write a book, they’re usually referring to the writing process…from the time they put pen to paper. But it takes much longer than that. In my case, it’s taken me 42 years to write THE COLOR OF EVERYTHING. It’s arguable that it’s taken 13.8 billion years. From the book: ‘From the beginning of time until now, with all the innumerable events that happened just so, I am very improbable.’ This is not unique to me. We all are. Books are precious objects…little pieces of magic leaked out of the heart and mind. Likewise, they are only made possible by readers and I’m grateful for everyone who chooses to come along for the ride…and hopefully becomes immersed in a world that is outside of their own and yet now belongs to them in some small way. Pre-order now at link in bio. With all my gratitude -c- #thecolorofeverything
Cory Richards Instagram - Walrus, Franz Josef Land, Russia.
Cory Richards Instagram - Walrus, Franz Josef Land, Russia.
Cory Richards Instagram - Walrus, Franz Josef Land, Russia.
Cory Richards Instagram - It’s been a moment since I shared some photos, so here are two from the archives. Shot on assignment for National Geographic Magazine in 2015. Okavango source story profiling the source of the Okavango’s water in the Angolan highlands. The team, lead by Steven Boyes PhD traveled over 1,000 miles by Mekoro doing a mega transect of the Okavango’s source and its ultimate outlet in the delta.
Cory Richards Instagram - It’s been a moment since I shared some photos, so here are two from the archives. Shot on assignment for National Geographic Magazine in 2015. Okavango source story profiling the source of the Okavango’s water in the Angolan highlands. The team, lead by Steven Boyes PhD traveled over 1,000 miles by Mekoro doing a mega transect of the Okavango’s source and its ultimate outlet in the delta.
Cory Richards Instagram - Where it started and where it went. First image: @alexhonnold climbing near Moab, UT ‘08/‘09 Second image: @alexhonnold for the @ESPN body issue in 2019.
Cory Richards Instagram - Where it started and where it went. First image: @alexhonnold climbing near Moab, UT ‘08/‘09 Second image: @alexhonnold for the @ESPN body issue in 2019.
Cory Richards Instagram - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Cory Richards Instagram - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Cory Richards Instagram - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Cory Richards Instagram - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Cory Richards Instagram - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Cory Richards Instagram - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Cory Richards Instagram - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Cory Richards Instagram - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Cory Richards Instagram - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Cory Richards Instagram - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Cory Richards Instagram - READ CAPTION // I’ve had a few people suggest that some of my chapters should come with “trigger warnings” To put it bluntly: No. As much as this post ironically seems to accomplish that goal, it’s not that. Like everything, the whole idea of trigger warnings exists on a long spectrum. Of course we should let people know if we’re about to abruptly show them atrocities, death, or extreme violence. So yeah, they have a place. But are they actually helpful to the degree that they’re thrown around these days? Research suggests there is no reduction in anxiety, fear, or negative emotions when trigger warnings are offered. I understand the argument of giving people a choice of whether or not they want to engage in hard content, but we actually need triggers. They are full of information on the pieces of us that need attention. Providing safe spaces (healthy) is not the same as attempting to avoid difficult emotions (unhealthy). Being chased by a bear is not the same as being reminded of getting chased by a bear. Yes, the fight or flight response is the same, but the real life implications aren’t and it’s our individual responsibility to resolve those stress responses. Triggers help build the capacity to hold emotions and build ‘antifragility’ (Nassim Taleb). It’s arguable that trigger warnings are antithetical (even anti therapeutic) on the road to overcoming trauma as they build a framework in which trauma remains to hold power. Rather than being mindfully confronted, emotions are avoided which does nothing long term for growth. In story and in life, growth tends to happen at crisis points. Something needs to trigger us in order to generate curiosity about our pain or fear, address it, and let it go. A society of eggshells ends up in pieces. So no…No trigger warnings for The Color Of Everything. Pre-order now at link in bio.
Cory Richards Instagram - In these crucial first days after the quake, rescue efforts give way to the critical, and complex, process of providing impacted communities with food, warmth, and shelter. Rebuilding takes time, but helping provide these basic needs can make a tremendous difference in the long run. @maggiedoyne and @blinknoworg are on the ground at the epicenter and are focusing their efforts on vulnerable groups like pregnant women, and the most isolated communities that are typically the last to receive aid. Supporting their work is the best way you can help from afar. Donations of every size matter. Nepal has given us both so much, please help us in our efforts to give a tiny bit of that back when it matters the most. http://www.blinknow.org/earthquake 📷 @rushsturges @coryrichards
Cory Richards Instagram - In these crucial first days after the quake, rescue efforts give way to the critical, and complex, process of providing impacted communities with food, warmth, and shelter. Rebuilding takes time, but helping provide these basic needs can make a tremendous difference in the long run. @maggiedoyne and @blinknoworg are on the ground at the epicenter and are focusing their efforts on vulnerable groups like pregnant women, and the most isolated communities that are typically the last to receive aid. Supporting their work is the best way you can help from afar. Donations of every size matter. Nepal has given us both so much, please help us in our efforts to give a tiny bit of that back when it matters the most. http://www.blinknow.org/earthquake 📷 @rushsturges @coryrichards
Cory Richards Instagram - In these crucial first days after the quake, rescue efforts give way to the critical, and complex, process of providing impacted communities with food, warmth, and shelter. Rebuilding takes time, but helping provide these basic needs can make a tremendous difference in the long run. @maggiedoyne and @blinknoworg are on the ground at the epicenter and are focusing their efforts on vulnerable groups like pregnant women, and the most isolated communities that are typically the last to receive aid. Supporting their work is the best way you can help from afar. Donations of every size matter. Nepal has given us both so much, please help us in our efforts to give a tiny bit of that back when it matters the most. http://www.blinknow.org/earthquake 📷 @rushsturges @coryrichards
Cory Richards Instagram - Pre-order now at link in bio!!! I love your likes and comments! Comment more! Share! And also, EVERY PRESALE MATTERS! Seems silly to say, but that is how the sausage is made. Thank you for your support! From the book: ‘I’ve spent most of my life trying to escape my own story of madness. I’ve chased the horizon, confusing it for a perfect future where everything will make sense. I’ve feared being myself because I learned early on that my mind was a dangerous thing. But in the pursuit of an idyllic version of me, I’ve missed the joy of being myself. Chasing the horizon is never wrong so long as we understand that, from another perspective, we’re already there. I chose to live madly to outrun madness itself. I’ve thought that by rebellion, doing more, being better, and being different, I might be able to out-climb, out-explore, or out-create the disquiet of my mind. But what if the noise and madness were the gift?’
Cory Richards Instagram - A little insight into what my writing process on my best days looks like. As with any process, you’re not always gonna nail it. That’s okay. I don’t use a word count as a goal. I don’t use a page count. I use time. Some days, you’re just not gonna get as many words out. Some days you’ll put down pages in a blink. It’s all okay. A book is an ultra marathon…not a sprint. It often takes people well over a year if not two or more. And if you must count pages, just remember that one page a day for a year is 365 pages. You’re gonna lose those 65 to edits. And you’re gonna end up with a 300 page book…which is great. Maybe (often) it doesn’t even need to be that long. So…there you go. Happy writing. Pre-order The Color Of Everything at the link in bio.
Cory Richards Instagram - Everything is not f*cked. Our minds have a tendency to magnify and even fabricate the possibilities of terrible things. And in no way am I saying that there aren’t awful, awful things happening in the world today, or that I don’t live from a place of privilege. But, the world, in many metrics, is better than it has ever been. Even beyond numbers, most of us in our own lives, despite hardships, are okay. Everything is not f*cked. And I’d like to choose the story that there remains an unshakeable hope for humanity yet.
Cory Richards Instagram - What’s better than art and true crime?! Just finished The Art Thief by my friend Michael Finkel @mike_finkel (the first writer I worked with for @natgeo) Go get it…it’s great! Mike has a way of finding incredibly complex and often dark characters in real life, and somehow making them accessible…even relatable. Stéphane Breitwieser, the character at the center of The Art Thief, managed to steal around 2 billion dollars of art before it all came crashing down. He wasn’t rich and resourced. He didn’t use guns. He stole in broad daylight and walked out the front door. Was is it narcissism? Was it kleptomania? Why did he never sell anything he stole, but instead kept it locked in his bedroom as a secret in plain sight? What is the pathology of the worlds most prolific art thief? No secret is forever and even the best make mistakes (often of hubris….like trying to unscrew 30 screws from a display while guards and tourists are moving around you.) Eventually cat becomes aware of mouse and the chase is on.
Cory Richards Instagram - @gregoryalanisakov at home in CO. I love Greogory's music and as much as he has played an important musical role in my past, I find myself listening to him on repeat as I sit in cafés and write. I found these images from a day at his house during the pandemic and realized I'd never posted them. One of the themes that has dug its way into this book is music and lyrics, like a soundtrack of my history and many identities. I didn’t ever see that coming when I decided to write out my life. Most of us remember our first album or our family soundtrack. My dad had a big collection of vinyl that was mostly classic rock and classical music and I remember the sound of the needle underneath the Beatles 1962-66. My first album was @metallica And Justice For All. I bought it in 1989 when I was eight. Satanic Panic was at its peak and I'm certain mom thought I was going to end up worshipping the devil. On some level she was right. We all worship our own devils, we just call them by different names. Until I started writing, I didn't understand the profound impact music, and especially lyrics, had on me...How I found the right poetry at the right times. I've never understood musical composition, but I love the words. It's common for me to find myself crying to songs that bring me back to a moment of heartbreak or when I was the hero of my own movie. As I've gotten older, I've been incredibly lucky to spend time with some of the musicians I love most. I listen to Gregory's lyrics over and over and try to dissect and understand songwriting. It is one of the most unique and special forms of storytelling and I think everyone who writes can learn from its nuance and brevity. I owe deep thanks to all the musicians that have filled my life. That list is long and far more complete in the book. But today, I'll just say thanks Greogory. "If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone." @ladzinski @andy_mann #thecolorofeverything
Cory Richards Instagram - @gregoryalanisakov at home in CO. I love Greogory's music and as much as he has played an important musical role in my past, I find myself listening to him on repeat as I sit in cafés and write. I found these images from a day at his house during the pandemic and realized I'd never posted them. One of the themes that has dug its way into this book is music and lyrics, like a soundtrack of my history and many identities. I didn’t ever see that coming when I decided to write out my life. Most of us remember our first album or our family soundtrack. My dad had a big collection of vinyl that was mostly classic rock and classical music and I remember the sound of the needle underneath the Beatles 1962-66. My first album was @metallica And Justice For All. I bought it in 1989 when I was eight. Satanic Panic was at its peak and I'm certain mom thought I was going to end up worshipping the devil. On some level she was right. We all worship our own devils, we just call them by different names. Until I started writing, I didn't understand the profound impact music, and especially lyrics, had on me...How I found the right poetry at the right times. I've never understood musical composition, but I love the words. It's common for me to find myself crying to songs that bring me back to a moment of heartbreak or when I was the hero of my own movie. As I've gotten older, I've been incredibly lucky to spend time with some of the musicians I love most. I listen to Gregory's lyrics over and over and try to dissect and understand songwriting. It is one of the most unique and special forms of storytelling and I think everyone who writes can learn from its nuance and brevity. I owe deep thanks to all the musicians that have filled my life. That list is long and far more complete in the book. But today, I'll just say thanks Greogory. "If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone." @ladzinski @andy_mann #thecolorofeverything
Cory Richards Instagram - @gregoryalanisakov at home in CO. I love Greogory's music and as much as he has played an important musical role in my past, I find myself listening to him on repeat as I sit in cafés and write. I found these images from a day at his house during the pandemic and realized I'd never posted them. One of the themes that has dug its way into this book is music and lyrics, like a soundtrack of my history and many identities. I didn’t ever see that coming when I decided to write out my life. Most of us remember our first album or our family soundtrack. My dad had a big collection of vinyl that was mostly classic rock and classical music and I remember the sound of the needle underneath the Beatles 1962-66. My first album was @metallica And Justice For All. I bought it in 1989 when I was eight. Satanic Panic was at its peak and I'm certain mom thought I was going to end up worshipping the devil. On some level she was right. We all worship our own devils, we just call them by different names. Until I started writing, I didn't understand the profound impact music, and especially lyrics, had on me...How I found the right poetry at the right times. I've never understood musical composition, but I love the words. It's common for me to find myself crying to songs that bring me back to a moment of heartbreak or when I was the hero of my own movie. As I've gotten older, I've been incredibly lucky to spend time with some of the musicians I love most. I listen to Gregory's lyrics over and over and try to dissect and understand songwriting. It is one of the most unique and special forms of storytelling and I think everyone who writes can learn from its nuance and brevity. I owe deep thanks to all the musicians that have filled my life. That list is long and far more complete in the book. But today, I'll just say thanks Greogory. "If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone." @ladzinski @andy_mann #thecolorofeverything
Cory Richards - 20.2K Likes - February 4th, 2011. // A lot changed after this photo. And if I’m honest, its taken 12 years to gratefully embrace the radical shifts. On one hand, the climb and avalanche launched a long and meaningful career with @natgeo I did 12 feature assignments for the magazine that affected policy and conservation. The the world opened up. I also took a lot of it for granted, often missing the moment, blinded by an onslaught of opportunity and arrogance. Just now am I really feeling the gravity of what I was offered. But the avalanche also led me into a long and often dark journey with complex post traumatic stress and acute PTSD, unraveling much of my inner world, influencing my actions, leading me to behave out of alignment with my values and virtue. All of that led me into my advocacy around mental health. I discovered that feigned vulnerability was a way to mask the inner turmoil. I had all the words, but none of the feelings. Speaking to it drove disconnection because I was was using vulnerability to hijack connection which drove isolation. By being “honest” and “authentic”, I could escape real accountability. I needed to go through it to understand. I was disconnected not only with the world around me, but with myself. In time, I learned what real authenticity looks and feels like. I learned that I can know it all, but knowledge isn’t healing. In fact, the knowing is often a trap, leading us into stories that hold us captive. Healing happens when we drop the story, stop hiding behind it to justify all the bullshit, and transcend the narrative. I see this a lot these days. One of the issues with the broader and much needed conversation around mental health is it gets used not to understand but excuse poor behavior. Choices are still ours. Stories are chosen. And even if actions feel out of our control, addressing the root issues is not. The work of mental health is not leveraging brokenness to sidestep responsibility. Brokenness itself is a story. Yes, things happen. Yes, they can change our brains. Our job is to care for and heal those wounds, understand our stories but not be defined by them, and bring us into alignment with ourselves.

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Caption : February 4th, 2011. // A lot changed after this photo. And if I’m honest, its taken 12 years to gratefully embrace the radical shifts. On one hand, the climb and avalanche launched a long and meaningful career with @natgeo I did 12 feature assignments for the magazine that affected policy and conservation. The the world opened up. I also took a lot of it for granted, often missing the moment, blinded by an onslaught of opportunity and arrogance. Just now am I really feeling the gravity of what I was offered. But the avalanche also led me into a long and often dark journey with complex post traumatic stress and acute PTSD, unraveling much of my inner world, influencing my actions, leading me to behave out of alignment with my values and virtue. All of that led me into my advocacy around mental health. I discovered that feigned vulnerability was a way to mask the inner turmoil. I had all the words, but none of the feelings. Speaking to it drove disconnection because I was was using vulnerability to hijack connection which drove isolation. By being “honest” and “authentic”, I could escape real accountability. I needed to go through it to understand. I was disconnected not only with the world around me, but with myself. In time, I learned what real authenticity looks and feels like. I learned that I can know it all, but knowledge isn’t healing. In fact, the knowing is often a trap, leading us into stories that hold us captive. Healing happens when we drop the story, stop hiding behind it to justify all the bullshit, and transcend the narrative. I see this a lot these days. One of the issues with the broader and much needed conversation around mental health is it gets used not to understand but excuse poor behavior. Choices are still ours. Stories are chosen. And even if actions feel out of our control, addressing the root issues is not. The work of mental health is not leveraging brokenness to sidestep responsibility. Brokenness itself is a story. Yes, things happen. Yes, they can change our brains. Our job is to care for and heal those wounds, understand our stories but not be defined by them, and bring us into alignment with ourselves.
Likes : 20245Cory Richards - 20.2K Likes - February 4th, 2011. // A lot changed after this photo. And if I’m honest, its taken 12 years to gratefully embrace the radical shifts. On one hand, the climb and avalanche launched a long and meaningful career with @natgeo I did 12 feature assignments for the magazine that affected policy and conservation. The the world opened up. I also took a lot of it for granted, often missing the moment, blinded by an onslaught of opportunity and arrogance. Just now am I really feeling the gravity of what I was offered. But the avalanche also led me into a long and often dark journey with complex post traumatic stress and acute PTSD, unraveling much of my inner world, influencing my actions, leading me to behave out of alignment with my values and virtue. All of that led me into my advocacy around mental health. I discovered that feigned vulnerability was a way to mask the inner turmoil. I had all the words, but none of the feelings. Speaking to it drove disconnection because I was was using vulnerability to hijack connection which drove isolation. By being “honest” and “authentic”, I could escape real accountability. I needed to go through it to understand. I was disconnected not only with the world around me, but with myself. In time, I learned what real authenticity looks and feels like. I learned that I can know it all, but knowledge isn’t healing. In fact, the knowing is often a trap, leading us into stories that hold us captive. Healing happens when we drop the story, stop hiding behind it to justify all the bullshit, and transcend the narrative. I see this a lot these days. One of the issues with the broader and much needed conversation around mental health is it gets used not to understand but excuse poor behavior. Choices are still ours. Stories are chosen. And even if actions feel out of our control, addressing the root issues is not. The work of mental health is not leveraging brokenness to sidestep responsibility. Brokenness itself is a story. Yes, things happen. Yes, they can change our brains. Our job is to care for and heal those wounds, understand our stories but not be defined by them, and bring us into alignment with ourselves.

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Caption : February 4th, 2011. // A lot changed after this photo. And if I’m honest, its taken 12 years to gratefully embrace the radical shifts. On one hand, the climb and avalanche launched a long and meaningful career with @natgeo I did 12 feature assignments for the magazine that affected policy and conservation. The the world opened up. I also took a lot of it for granted, often missing the moment, blinded by an onslaught of opportunity and arrogance. Just now am I really feeling the gravity of what I was offered. But the avalanche also led me into a long and often dark journey with complex post traumatic stress and acute PTSD, unraveling much of my inner world, influencing my actions, leading me to behave out of alignment with my values and virtue. All of that led me into my advocacy around mental health. I discovered that feigned vulnerability was a way to mask the inner turmoil. I had all the words, but none of the feelings. Speaking to it drove disconnection because I was was using vulnerability to hijack connection which drove isolation. By being “honest” and “authentic”, I could escape real accountability. I needed to go through it to understand. I was disconnected not only with the world around me, but with myself. In time, I learned what real authenticity looks and feels like. I learned that I can know it all, but knowledge isn’t healing. In fact, the knowing is often a trap, leading us into stories that hold us captive. Healing happens when we drop the story, stop hiding behind it to justify all the bullshit, and transcend the narrative. I see this a lot these days. One of the issues with the broader and much needed conversation around mental health is it gets used not to understand but excuse poor behavior. Choices are still ours. Stories are chosen. And even if actions feel out of our control, addressing the root issues is not. The work of mental health is not leveraging brokenness to sidestep responsibility. Brokenness itself is a story. Yes, things happen. Yes, they can change our brains. Our job is to care for and heal those wounds, understand our stories but not be defined by them, and bring us into alignment with ourselves.
Likes : 20245Cory Richards - 20.2K Likes - February 4th, 2011. // A lot changed after this photo. And if I’m honest, its taken 12 years to gratefully embrace the radical shifts. On one hand, the climb and avalanche launched a long and meaningful career with @natgeo I did 12 feature assignments for the magazine that affected policy and conservation. The the world opened up. I also took a lot of it for granted, often missing the moment, blinded by an onslaught of opportunity and arrogance. Just now am I really feeling the gravity of what I was offered. But the avalanche also led me into a long and often dark journey with complex post traumatic stress and acute PTSD, unraveling much of my inner world, influencing my actions, leading me to behave out of alignment with my values and virtue. All of that led me into my advocacy around mental health. I discovered that feigned vulnerability was a way to mask the inner turmoil. I had all the words, but none of the feelings. Speaking to it drove disconnection because I was was using vulnerability to hijack connection which drove isolation. By being “honest” and “authentic”, I could escape real accountability. I needed to go through it to understand. I was disconnected not only with the world around me, but with myself. In time, I learned what real authenticity looks and feels like. I learned that I can know it all, but knowledge isn’t healing. In fact, the knowing is often a trap, leading us into stories that hold us captive. Healing happens when we drop the story, stop hiding behind it to justify all the bullshit, and transcend the narrative. I see this a lot these days. One of the issues with the broader and much needed conversation around mental health is it gets used not to understand but excuse poor behavior. Choices are still ours. Stories are chosen. And even if actions feel out of our control, addressing the root issues is not. The work of mental health is not leveraging brokenness to sidestep responsibility. Brokenness itself is a story. Yes, things happen. Yes, they can change our brains. Our job is to care for and heal those wounds, understand our stories but not be defined by them, and bring us into alignment with ourselves.

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Caption : February 4th, 2011. // A lot changed after this photo. And if I’m honest, its taken 12 years to gratefully embrace the radical shifts. On one hand, the climb and avalanche launched a long and meaningful career with @natgeo I did 12 feature assignments for the magazine that affected policy and conservation. The the world opened up. I also took a lot of it for granted, often missing the moment, blinded by an onslaught of opportunity and arrogance. Just now am I really feeling the gravity of what I was offered. But the avalanche also led me into a long and often dark journey with complex post traumatic stress and acute PTSD, unraveling much of my inner world, influencing my actions, leading me to behave out of alignment with my values and virtue. All of that led me into my advocacy around mental health. I discovered that feigned vulnerability was a way to mask the inner turmoil. I had all the words, but none of the feelings. Speaking to it drove disconnection because I was was using vulnerability to hijack connection which drove isolation. By being “honest” and “authentic”, I could escape real accountability. I needed to go through it to understand. I was disconnected not only with the world around me, but with myself. In time, I learned what real authenticity looks and feels like. I learned that I can know it all, but knowledge isn’t healing. In fact, the knowing is often a trap, leading us into stories that hold us captive. Healing happens when we drop the story, stop hiding behind it to justify all the bullshit, and transcend the narrative. I see this a lot these days. One of the issues with the broader and much needed conversation around mental health is it gets used not to understand but excuse poor behavior. Choices are still ours. Stories are chosen. And even if actions feel out of our control, addressing the root issues is not. The work of mental health is not leveraging brokenness to sidestep responsibility. Brokenness itself is a story. Yes, things happen. Yes, they can change our brains. Our job is to care for and heal those wounds, understand our stories but not be defined by them, and bring us into alignment with ourselves.
Likes : 20245Cory Richards - 15.4K Likes - A few people have asked me to give a thought or something to this photo. I think that it's one of those pictures that's meant to let the viewer decide what it "means" or if it means anything at all. It was a beautiful evening out in Texas. The water was low and calm, and it was very quiet. @kayotejoseph and I were talking about stories and how they shape us and debating whether or not aging was just a story and I said, "As far as I know, Buddha still got old and died. I like the poetry of a beginning and end. If there wasn't an end, the middle wouldn't mean anything. Living forever as atoms is enough." I like getting older because I know so much less. I'm less certain of anything. Maybe it is all some cosmic simulation. I don't really care because we experience it as we do and all the ideas of manifestation and trying to live forever seems a bit arrogant. Don't get me wrong. I believe in the power of manifestation and the mind. I just don't need it to be an identity. For me, it's quiet, personal work. I don't need to wear beads and tell everyone how spiritual I am. I don't need to do ayahuasca 60 times and make sure you know. The most spiritual, in touch people I've ever met were wearing overalls and had dirty hands. If they wore beads, they were hidden under a frayed flannel. I have a limited amount of time. I'm shooting for 92-94 years. Right now I'm just choosing to be grateful for what I have, accepting it, and making changes from self acceptance vs. self rejection. As far as I've experienced, lasting change doesn't come from a pill or a plant or a book which all search outside of ourselves to unlock whats already in us. By all means, go on a journey. Get a glimpse of god. Feel connected. Just don't mistake an experience for change. Just because you made fire in a dream doesnt mean you know how when you' re awake. You gotta go rub some sticks togehter. It's just information. It's just like a book. You can read a thousand books about being a better version of yourself and still be wildly unhappy and never change a damn thing. In my experience, lasting change doesn't come from what we aren't, but what we are. I guess I did have something to say.

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Caption : A few people have asked me to give a thought or something to this photo. I think that it’s one of those pictures that’s meant to let the viewer decide what it “means” or if it means anything at all. It was a beautiful evening out in Texas. The water was low and calm, and it was very quiet. @kayotejoseph and I were talking about stories and how they shape us and debating whether or not aging was just a story and I said, “As far as I know, Buddha still got old and died. I like the poetry of a beginning and end. If there wasn’t an end, the middle wouldn’t mean anything. Living forever as atoms is enough.” I like getting older because I know so much less. I’m less certain of anything. Maybe it is all some cosmic simulation. I don’t really care because we experience it as we do and all the ideas of manifestation and trying to live forever seems a bit arrogant. Don’t get me wrong. I believe in the power of manifestation and the mind. I just don’t need it to be an identity. For me, it’s quiet, personal work. I don’t need to wear beads and tell everyone how spiritual I am. I don’t need to do ayahuasca 60 times and make sure you know. The most spiritual, in touch people I’ve ever met were wearing overalls and had dirty hands. If they wore beads, they were hidden under a frayed flannel. I have a limited amount of time. I’m shooting for 92-94 years. Right now I’m just choosing to be grateful for what I have, accepting it, and making changes from self acceptance vs. self rejection. As far as I’ve experienced, lasting change doesn’t come from a pill or a plant or a book which all search outside of ourselves to unlock whats already in us. By all means, go on a journey. Get a glimpse of god. Feel connected. Just don’t mistake an experience for change. Just because you made fire in a dream doesnt mean you know how when you’ re awake. You gotta go rub some sticks togehter. It’s just information. It’s just like a book. You can read a thousand books about being a better version of yourself and still be wildly unhappy and never change a damn thing. In my experience, lasting change doesn’t come from what we aren’t, but what we are. I guess I did have something to say.
Likes : 15388Cory Richards - 10.3K Likes - On June 3, 1972 my parents were married. For 51 years, they’ve chosen love. And on the days when love was scarce, they chose patient commitment. I think a lot about what makes relationships last which seems rarer and rarer these days. Many people say communication. For me, and for my parents, it boils down to another word: safety. In safety, they’ve been able to overcome all that life has thrown at them from challenging children to cancer. Today I’m grateful for every decision they’ve made because without them, I would not be me. I inherited their curiosity, their deep appreciation for wild places, and their awe for the world and all its mystery. I’m proud of their example. Despite all the complexity of life, they’ve carried on, mostly smiling. Now, our family has crossed the threshold where every day is a gift. In these waning moments, I’ve watched them become more giving. Tonight is a full moon and they are celebrating under an Italian sky. They deserve it. Also, here’s some footage of dad eating gelato…

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Caption : On June 3, 1972 my parents were married. For 51 years, they’ve chosen love. And on the days when love was scarce, they chose patient commitment. I think a lot about what makes relationships last which seems rarer and rarer these days. Many people say communication. For me, and for my parents, it boils down to another word: safety. In safety, they’ve been able to overcome all that life has thrown at them from challenging children to cancer. Today I’m grateful for every decision they’ve made because without them, I would not be me. I inherited their curiosity, their deep appreciation for wild places, and their awe for the world and all its mystery. I’m proud of their example. Despite all the complexity of life, they’ve carried on, mostly smiling. Now, our family has crossed the threshold where every day is a gift. In these waning moments, I’ve watched them become more giving. Tonight is a full moon and they are celebrating under an Italian sky. They deserve it. Also, here’s some footage of dad eating gelato…
Likes : 10334Cory Richards - 10.3K Likes - On June 3, 1972 my parents were married. For 51 years, they’ve chosen love. And on the days when love was scarce, they chose patient commitment. I think a lot about what makes relationships last which seems rarer and rarer these days. Many people say communication. For me, and for my parents, it boils down to another word: safety. In safety, they’ve been able to overcome all that life has thrown at them from challenging children to cancer. Today I’m grateful for every decision they’ve made because without them, I would not be me. I inherited their curiosity, their deep appreciation for wild places, and their awe for the world and all its mystery. I’m proud of their example. Despite all the complexity of life, they’ve carried on, mostly smiling. Now, our family has crossed the threshold where every day is a gift. In these waning moments, I’ve watched them become more giving. Tonight is a full moon and they are celebrating under an Italian sky. They deserve it. Also, here’s some footage of dad eating gelato…

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Caption : On June 3, 1972 my parents were married. For 51 years, they’ve chosen love. And on the days when love was scarce, they chose patient commitment. I think a lot about what makes relationships last which seems rarer and rarer these days. Many people say communication. For me, and for my parents, it boils down to another word: safety. In safety, they’ve been able to overcome all that life has thrown at them from challenging children to cancer. Today I’m grateful for every decision they’ve made because without them, I would not be me. I inherited their curiosity, their deep appreciation for wild places, and their awe for the world and all its mystery. I’m proud of their example. Despite all the complexity of life, they’ve carried on, mostly smiling. Now, our family has crossed the threshold where every day is a gift. In these waning moments, I’ve watched them become more giving. Tonight is a full moon and they are celebrating under an Italian sky. They deserve it. Also, here’s some footage of dad eating gelato…
Likes : 10334Cory Richards - 10.3K Likes - On June 3, 1972 my parents were married. For 51 years, they’ve chosen love. And on the days when love was scarce, they chose patient commitment. I think a lot about what makes relationships last which seems rarer and rarer these days. Many people say communication. For me, and for my parents, it boils down to another word: safety. In safety, they’ve been able to overcome all that life has thrown at them from challenging children to cancer. Today I’m grateful for every decision they’ve made because without them, I would not be me. I inherited their curiosity, their deep appreciation for wild places, and their awe for the world and all its mystery. I’m proud of their example. Despite all the complexity of life, they’ve carried on, mostly smiling. Now, our family has crossed the threshold where every day is a gift. In these waning moments, I’ve watched them become more giving. Tonight is a full moon and they are celebrating under an Italian sky. They deserve it. Also, here’s some footage of dad eating gelato…

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Caption : On June 3, 1972 my parents were married. For 51 years, they’ve chosen love. And on the days when love was scarce, they chose patient commitment. I think a lot about what makes relationships last which seems rarer and rarer these days. Many people say communication. For me, and for my parents, it boils down to another word: safety. In safety, they’ve been able to overcome all that life has thrown at them from challenging children to cancer. Today I’m grateful for every decision they’ve made because without them, I would not be me. I inherited their curiosity, their deep appreciation for wild places, and their awe for the world and all its mystery. I’m proud of their example. Despite all the complexity of life, they’ve carried on, mostly smiling. Now, our family has crossed the threshold where every day is a gift. In these waning moments, I’ve watched them become more giving. Tonight is a full moon and they are celebrating under an Italian sky. They deserve it. Also, here’s some footage of dad eating gelato…
Likes : 10334Cory Richards - 10.3K Likes - On June 3, 1972 my parents were married. For 51 years, they’ve chosen love. And on the days when love was scarce, they chose patient commitment. I think a lot about what makes relationships last which seems rarer and rarer these days. Many people say communication. For me, and for my parents, it boils down to another word: safety. In safety, they’ve been able to overcome all that life has thrown at them from challenging children to cancer. Today I’m grateful for every decision they’ve made because without them, I would not be me. I inherited their curiosity, their deep appreciation for wild places, and their awe for the world and all its mystery. I’m proud of their example. Despite all the complexity of life, they’ve carried on, mostly smiling. Now, our family has crossed the threshold where every day is a gift. In these waning moments, I’ve watched them become more giving. Tonight is a full moon and they are celebrating under an Italian sky. They deserve it. Also, here’s some footage of dad eating gelato…

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Caption : On June 3, 1972 my parents were married. For 51 years, they’ve chosen love. And on the days when love was scarce, they chose patient commitment. I think a lot about what makes relationships last which seems rarer and rarer these days. Many people say communication. For me, and for my parents, it boils down to another word: safety. In safety, they’ve been able to overcome all that life has thrown at them from challenging children to cancer. Today I’m grateful for every decision they’ve made because without them, I would not be me. I inherited their curiosity, their deep appreciation for wild places, and their awe for the world and all its mystery. I’m proud of their example. Despite all the complexity of life, they’ve carried on, mostly smiling. Now, our family has crossed the threshold where every day is a gift. In these waning moments, I’ve watched them become more giving. Tonight is a full moon and they are celebrating under an Italian sky. They deserve it. Also, here’s some footage of dad eating gelato…
Likes : 10334Cory Richards - 8.3K Likes - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.

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Caption : Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Likes : 8252Cory Richards - 8.3K Likes - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.

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Caption : Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Likes : 8252Cory Richards - 8.3K Likes - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.

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Caption : Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Likes : 8252Cory Richards - 8.3K Likes - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.

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Caption : Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Likes : 8252Cory Richards - 8.3K Likes - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.

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Caption : Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Likes : 8252Cory Richards - 8.3K Likes - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.

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Caption : Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Likes : 8252Cory Richards - 8.3K Likes - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.

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Caption : Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Likes : 8252Cory Richards - 8.3K Likes - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.

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Caption : Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Likes : 8252Cory Richards - 8.3K Likes - Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.

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Caption : Time is slippery. 13 years ago today we (barely) managed do the first winter ascent of one of Pakistan’s 8000 m peaks, Gasherbrum II. So much has changed since…and so much remains the same. One thing that will never change is the love and gratitude I feel for @iamsimonemoro and @urubkodenis for their friendship and mentorship. This climb unquestionably changed the trajectory of everything. More on that in #TheColorOfEverything out July 9th, 2024.
Likes : 8252Cory Richards - 7.4K Likes - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.

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Caption : 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Likes : 7449Cory Richards - 7.4K Likes - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.

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Caption : 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Likes : 7449Cory Richards - 7.4K Likes - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.

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Caption : 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Likes : 7449Cory Richards - 7.4K Likes - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.

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Caption : 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Likes : 7449Cory Richards - 7.4K Likes - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.

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Caption : 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Likes : 7449Cory Richards - 7.4K Likes - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.

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Caption : 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Likes : 7449Cory Richards - 7.4K Likes - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.

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Caption : 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Likes : 7449Cory Richards - 7.4K Likes - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.

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Caption : 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Likes : 7449Cory Richards - 7.4K Likes - 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.

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Caption : 12 years ago today. First winter ascent of Gasherbrum II 8,034 meters. Brothers for life @iamsimonemoro @urubkodenis I don’t know what the temperature was on the summit because our altimeters were frozen. We do know that it was -51 c inside the tent, out of the wind, with three grown men emitting heat. Winds were gusting to about 60-75 kph on the summit, so windchill was likely significant, potentially dropping the temps to around -70. By the time we left the summit, the forecasted storm had hit. Winds increased and visibility dropped until it was so white, it gave us a sense of vertigo. The only way I could keep balance was by staring at whoever was leading. When it was my turn, we dropped below the glacial plateau onto exposed rock, but by then it was getting dark and we were concerned that the tent had blown away. Summits are an interesting place. They mark the physical half way point, but you’ve usually used about 80% of the gas in the tank. This climb never would have happened without the vast experience of both Simone and Denis. I was so incredibly lucky to be part of the team. Three guys, in winter, alone on the 13th highest mountain in the world. It was, to say the least, improbable. 16 expeditions over 26 years had tried and failed to make a winter ascent of one the five Pakistani 8000 meter summits. At the time, I had no idea I’d be the first American. I had no idea how much the climb would change me for better and for worse. I had no idea of the gravity of the undertaking. Had I, I probably wouldn’t have come. Ignorance can be bliss. Simone and Denis and I don’t talk often, but when we do it is a deep bond and resonance. It’s not that we don’t share profound love and respect, but that life simply moves on. I rarely think about the climb, but I always think of them. I have been so fucking lucky to have men like them in my life. I’ve always sought out brothers and mentors. Sometimes because I needed their shine to light my own way. I love them so much. All of them. I am so grateful. Stay tuned for post two on February 4th.
Likes : 7449Cory Richards - 6.1K Likes - Intense green ❇️ This pink gold timepiece, worn by our One of Not Many Talent @coryrichards, features complications that assist the daily life of the traveler: a dual time zone combined with a day-night indicator and a date hand. Its self-winding movement offers a power reserve of nearly 3 days.   To accentuate the intensity of this new colour on the Overseas dual time, meticulous care has been lavished on the finishing touches. Against a translucent lacquered backdrop playing on depth effects, the centre is graced with sunburst satin-brushing, while the flange is delicately velvet-finished.   🗺️ Travel companion of @coryrichards   #VacheronConstantin #OneOfNotMany #vacheron #thehourlounge #watches #watch #watchesofinstagram #horology #watchoftheday #instawatch #geneva #swissmade #swisswatch

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Caption : Intense green ❇️ This pink gold timepiece, worn by our One of Not Many Talent @coryrichards, features complications that assist the daily life of the traveler: a dual time zone combined with a day-night indicator and a date hand. Its self-winding movement offers a power reserve of nearly 3 days.   To accentuate the intensity of this new colour on the Overseas dual time, meticulous care has been lavished on the finishing touches. Against a translucent lacquered backdrop playing on depth effects, the centre is graced with sunburst satin-brushing, while the flange is delicately velvet-finished.   🗺️ Travel companion of @coryrichards   #VacheronConstantin #OneOfNotMany #vacheron #thehourlounge #watches #watch #watchesofinstagram #horology #watchoftheday #instawatch #geneva #swissmade #swisswatch
Likes : 6094Cory Richards - 5.2K Likes - MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.

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Caption : MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.
Likes : 5247Cory Richards - 5.2K Likes - MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.

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Caption : MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.
Likes : 5247Cory Richards - 5.2K Likes - MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.

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Caption : MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.
Likes : 5247Cory Richards - 5.2K Likes - MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.

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Caption : MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.
Likes : 5247Cory Richards - 5.2K Likes - MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.

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Caption : MAD MAX Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // The highway is a perpetual a fever dream of construction and destruction. Dust, scattered pavement, clawed ridges of clay are punctuated with the idle carcasses of heavy equipment, thin herds of goats, and garish tractors bouncing between knee-deep ruts. When you don’t have any lanes, you’re always splitting lanes. Six days ago, Cory did what any responsible motorcyclist would do: he watched a YouTube video titled “How to Ride a Motorcycle in ONLY 1 HOUR,” which, it turns out, was only twenty minutes long. Cory then traced the backstreets of Santa Monica on a tiny café racer for five days before boarding a plane for Kathmandu. Now, eight hours of riding on Nepal’s worst and busiest highway later, the sun collapses across rice paddies heavy with grain. We still have hours to go. In this perpetual present, when you’re gripped, you experience the relativity of time. It slows to a game of seconds until, as if by magic, hours have passed.
Likes : 5247Cory Richards - 4.2K Likes - As soon as we are trying to “practice non attachment”, we are already off course. We are rejecting our authentic experience. Practicing non attachment is detaching from reality. Pop-culture pseudoscientific spiritualism uses non attachment as a form of emotional bypassing: a rejection of the authentic human experience. Non attachment is not how the brain functions. That’s a story we don’t get to choose. Instead, when we arrive at “it is”, we slowly divorce ourselves from outcomes. It requires practice and patience. To be attached is to be human. We are literally and physically born attached to our mothers. It’s what creates strong, healthy bonds. We need attachment to survive. Emotional attachment is an evolutionary necessity, and all attachment is emotional. Unhealthy attachments are those that reject our deepest truths and side step what is. By giving the authentic experience a voice, we exchanged the pursuit of non attachment (fighting against ourselves) for deep authenticity (aligning with experience). That doesn’t mean we won’t suffer. We will. I’d argue that Buddha was not free from suffering sitting under a tree. He suffered deeply. He saw it clearly, felt it, and accepted it moment by moment. He didn’t manifest a better future. Each moment “manifested” naturally, leading to authentic non attachment. “It is”, no matter how uncomfortable, is authentic presence. Bypassing what “is” by chasing non attachment is, quite frankly, a bullshit trope that prolongs suffering. Being authentic doesn’t keep us stuck in sadness. Instead, it moves us through it. If I want to not be in pain, I first need to accept, really really accept that I am in pain and embrace it, moment by moment. Emotions are necessary and we actually can’t choose to simply step out of them. It’s a form of self betrayal. They will always come back in a different way at a later date. Instead, we choose to step into them. I’m quite comfortable being attached. When I admit to my attachments and engage with the suffering and joy they bring, I become less concerned with outcomes and I think this is called non attachment. Stop trying to “practice non attachment”. It’s like running after the horizon.

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Caption : As soon as we are trying to “practice non attachment”, we are already off course. We are rejecting our authentic experience. Practicing non attachment is detaching from reality. Pop-culture pseudoscientific spiritualism uses non attachment as a form of emotional bypassing: a rejection of the authentic human experience. Non attachment is not how the brain functions. That’s a story we don’t get to choose. Instead, when we arrive at “it is”, we slowly divorce ourselves from outcomes. It requires practice and patience. To be attached is to be human. We are literally and physically born attached to our mothers. It’s what creates strong, healthy bonds. We need attachment to survive. Emotional attachment is an evolutionary necessity, and all attachment is emotional. Unhealthy attachments are those that reject our deepest truths and side step what is. By giving the authentic experience a voice, we exchanged the pursuit of non attachment (fighting against ourselves) for deep authenticity (aligning with experience). That doesn’t mean we won’t suffer. We will. I’d argue that Buddha was not free from suffering sitting under a tree. He suffered deeply. He saw it clearly, felt it, and accepted it moment by moment. He didn’t manifest a better future. Each moment “manifested” naturally, leading to authentic non attachment. “It is”, no matter how uncomfortable, is authentic presence. Bypassing what “is” by chasing non attachment is, quite frankly, a bullshit trope that prolongs suffering. Being authentic doesn’t keep us stuck in sadness. Instead, it moves us through it. If I want to not be in pain, I first need to accept, really really accept that I am in pain and embrace it, moment by moment. Emotions are necessary and we actually can’t choose to simply step out of them. It’s a form of self betrayal. They will always come back in a different way at a later date. Instead, we choose to step into them. I’m quite comfortable being attached. When I admit to my attachments and engage with the suffering and joy they bring, I become less concerned with outcomes and I think this is called non attachment. Stop trying to “practice non attachment”. It’s like running after the horizon.
Likes : 4249Cory Richards - 4.1K Likes - Instagram vs. reality? This platform is filled with content showcasing only the best of our lives. @SollisHealth #sollishealthwarriors campaign peels it back, and I'm grateful. Curation fuels escapism and a relentless need to be different... better...than we are. We all want to improve, and that shows us one of the fundamental beauties of the human condition. But real change comes from radical acceptance of who we are now. And rarely do we expose the struggles we face alone. I opened up to Sollis about my experience with mental health. I am excited to stand next to the other Sollis Health Warriors to create a space for honest conversations about invisible and chronic illnesses. Read more about my journey in my stories and link in bio.

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Caption : Instagram vs. reality? This platform is filled with content showcasing only the best of our lives. @SollisHealth #sollishealthwarriors campaign peels it back, and I’m grateful. Curation fuels escapism and a relentless need to be different… better…than we are. We all want to improve, and that shows us one of the fundamental beauties of the human condition. But real change comes from radical acceptance of who we are now. And rarely do we expose the struggles we face alone. I opened up to Sollis about my experience with mental health. I am excited to stand next to the other Sollis Health Warriors to create a space for honest conversations about invisible and chronic illnesses. Read more about my journey in my stories and link in bio.
Likes : 4140Cory Richards - 4.1K Likes - Instagram vs. reality? This platform is filled with content showcasing only the best of our lives. @SollisHealth #sollishealthwarriors campaign peels it back, and I'm grateful. Curation fuels escapism and a relentless need to be different... better...than we are. We all want to improve, and that shows us one of the fundamental beauties of the human condition. But real change comes from radical acceptance of who we are now. And rarely do we expose the struggles we face alone. I opened up to Sollis about my experience with mental health. I am excited to stand next to the other Sollis Health Warriors to create a space for honest conversations about invisible and chronic illnesses. Read more about my journey in my stories and link in bio.

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Caption : Instagram vs. reality? This platform is filled with content showcasing only the best of our lives. @SollisHealth #sollishealthwarriors campaign peels it back, and I’m grateful. Curation fuels escapism and a relentless need to be different… better…than we are. We all want to improve, and that shows us one of the fundamental beauties of the human condition. But real change comes from radical acceptance of who we are now. And rarely do we expose the struggles we face alone. I opened up to Sollis about my experience with mental health. I am excited to stand next to the other Sollis Health Warriors to create a space for honest conversations about invisible and chronic illnesses. Read more about my journey in my stories and link in bio.
Likes : 4140Cory Richards - 3.7K Likes - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin

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Caption : Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
Likes : 3706Cory Richards - 3.7K Likes - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin

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Caption : Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
Likes : 3706Cory Richards - 3.7K Likes - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin

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Caption : Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
Likes : 3706Cory Richards - 3.7K Likes - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin

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Caption : Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
Likes : 3706Cory Richards - 3.7K Likes - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin

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Caption : Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
Likes : 3706Cory Richards - 3.7K Likes - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin

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Caption : Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
Likes : 3706Cory Richards - 3.7K Likes - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin

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Caption : Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
Likes : 3706Cory Richards - 3.7K Likes - Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin

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Caption : Words by Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies // In the wide desert of Upper Mustang, the road planes along canyon walls and dry mountainsides dotted with hundreds of unspeakably ancient human-made caves. The light plays a slow game of chase with the shadows cast by the highest mountains on the planet, now behind us. We sweep the corners wide, drawn to cliff-edges teetering above the braided Kali Gandaki River below. We don’t know where to look – the road, the layers of tortured mountains, or the sand-castle parapets of rock and mud towering above us. Instead, we watch the oncoming frame-bent jeeps as they roaring around the blind corners on bald tires. In Tsarang, the drivers share a rough kindness with us. We play snooker, a game we don’t know. Cory tries and fails to find a tutorial on YouTube. Nursing warm cans of beer, we realize the drivers don’t know how to play either. The evening passes in one long, impossible game of scratches and flubs until the young man running the hall flicks the light switch and kicks us out into the cold, thin air of a star-streaked night. @vacheronconstantin
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Likes : 3440Cory Richards - 3.4K Likes - I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 3427Cory Richards - 3.4K Likes - I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 3427Cory Richards - 3.4K Likes - I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 3427Cory Richards - 3.4K Likes - I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 3427Cory Richards - 3.4K Likes - I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 3427Cory Richards - 3.4K Likes - I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : I’ve known Ben Ayers @jetbutterflies for over a decade. He’s a Kathmandu staple and has called Nepal home for twenty some years. He came for the mountains and stayed for the people, starting and running non-profits for pieces of the community. At his heart, he’s an artist and filmmaker. He’s also a ferocious writer. I’ve been to Mustang with him before on assignment for NG. But this trip is just for us. The following posts are his words. Our other companion is Todd Hoffman. He doesn’t use Instagram. He’s one of those leather-faced legends of the eighties who lived hard and fast enough to know when to leave the racetrack. Even if you hardly know him, you want him on your team. At your back. If he looks familiar, it might be from that one time he took Pepsi to task over a Harrier jump jet. The following posts are from our motorcycle trip from Kathmandu to Lo Manthang. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 3427Cory Richards - 3.4K Likes - Link in Bio!!! 20" x 26" (SIGNED NUMBERED EDITION of 100) 5 color silkscreen print on 100# Cougar Smooth White Paper by the massively talented Ernesto Yerena @ernestoyerena based on one of my favorite images for National Geographic from an expedition to the Franz Josef Land Archipelago. @amplifierart is joining @natgeo and the Campaign for Nature's conservation 30x30 initiative! This initiative - which is supported by over 100 countries worldwide - seeks to protect at least 30% of the planet’s land and oceans by the year 2030. Increasing the acreage of protected zones will help achieve habitat conservation goals while also reversing the negative impacts of biodiversity decline and climate change. Each purchase helps us get this artwork and accompanying lesson plans on conservation for FREE into thousands of classrooms across the U.S. and beyond!

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Caption : Link in Bio!!! 20″ x 26″ (SIGNED NUMBERED EDITION of 100) 5 color silkscreen print on 100# Cougar Smooth White Paper by the massively talented Ernesto Yerena @ernestoyerena based on one of my favorite images for National Geographic from an expedition to the Franz Josef Land Archipelago. @amplifierart is joining @natgeo and the Campaign for Nature’s conservation 30×30 initiative! This initiative – which is supported by over 100 countries worldwide – seeks to protect at least 30% of the planet’s land and oceans by the year 2030. Increasing the acreage of protected zones will help achieve habitat conservation goals while also reversing the negative impacts of biodiversity decline and climate change. Each purchase helps us get this artwork and accompanying lesson plans on conservation for FREE into thousands of classrooms across the U.S. and beyond!
Likes : 3404Cory Richards - 3.4K Likes - Link in Bio!!! 20" x 26" (SIGNED NUMBERED EDITION of 100) 5 color silkscreen print on 100# Cougar Smooth White Paper by the massively talented Ernesto Yerena @ernestoyerena based on one of my favorite images for National Geographic from an expedition to the Franz Josef Land Archipelago. @amplifierart is joining @natgeo and the Campaign for Nature's conservation 30x30 initiative! This initiative - which is supported by over 100 countries worldwide - seeks to protect at least 30% of the planet’s land and oceans by the year 2030. Increasing the acreage of protected zones will help achieve habitat conservation goals while also reversing the negative impacts of biodiversity decline and climate change. Each purchase helps us get this artwork and accompanying lesson plans on conservation for FREE into thousands of classrooms across the U.S. and beyond!

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Caption : Link in Bio!!! 20″ x 26″ (SIGNED NUMBERED EDITION of 100) 5 color silkscreen print on 100# Cougar Smooth White Paper by the massively talented Ernesto Yerena @ernestoyerena based on one of my favorite images for National Geographic from an expedition to the Franz Josef Land Archipelago. @amplifierart is joining @natgeo and the Campaign for Nature’s conservation 30×30 initiative! This initiative – which is supported by over 100 countries worldwide – seeks to protect at least 30% of the planet’s land and oceans by the year 2030. Increasing the acreage of protected zones will help achieve habitat conservation goals while also reversing the negative impacts of biodiversity decline and climate change. Each purchase helps us get this artwork and accompanying lesson plans on conservation for FREE into thousands of classrooms across the U.S. and beyond!
Likes : 3404Cory Richards - 3.4K Likes - Link in Bio!!! 20" x 26" (SIGNED NUMBERED EDITION of 100) 5 color silkscreen print on 100# Cougar Smooth White Paper by the massively talented Ernesto Yerena @ernestoyerena based on one of my favorite images for National Geographic from an expedition to the Franz Josef Land Archipelago. @amplifierart is joining @natgeo and the Campaign for Nature's conservation 30x30 initiative! This initiative - which is supported by over 100 countries worldwide - seeks to protect at least 30% of the planet’s land and oceans by the year 2030. Increasing the acreage of protected zones will help achieve habitat conservation goals while also reversing the negative impacts of biodiversity decline and climate change. Each purchase helps us get this artwork and accompanying lesson plans on conservation for FREE into thousands of classrooms across the U.S. and beyond!

3.4K Likes – Cory Richards Instagram

Caption : Link in Bio!!! 20″ x 26″ (SIGNED NUMBERED EDITION of 100) 5 color silkscreen print on 100# Cougar Smooth White Paper by the massively talented Ernesto Yerena @ernestoyerena based on one of my favorite images for National Geographic from an expedition to the Franz Josef Land Archipelago. @amplifierart is joining @natgeo and the Campaign for Nature’s conservation 30×30 initiative! This initiative – which is supported by over 100 countries worldwide – seeks to protect at least 30% of the planet’s land and oceans by the year 2030. Increasing the acreage of protected zones will help achieve habitat conservation goals while also reversing the negative impacts of biodiversity decline and climate change. Each purchase helps us get this artwork and accompanying lesson plans on conservation for FREE into thousands of classrooms across the U.S. and beyond!
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Likes : 3317Cory Richards - 3.1K Likes - The thing about earthquakes is that they impact poor and vulnerable communities the most. Those who can’t afford to reinforce their homes, or who don’t have a surplus of resources like family, income, or grain to weather months of rebuilding and trauma. In light of the recent 6.4 magnitude earthquake that struck Western Nepal last night - just miles from Mustang - and our hope to focus public attention on supporting relief efforts, we will postpone our travelogue until next week. Currently, there are 150 known deaths from the quake with many hundreds more injured and tens of thousands left without shelter as winter approaches. Please watch this space for updates on how you can help the families in Jajarkot and Rukum recover and build back better. With love, Cory and Ben

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Caption : The thing about earthquakes is that they impact poor and vulnerable communities the most. Those who can’t afford to reinforce their homes, or who don’t have a surplus of resources like family, income, or grain to weather months of rebuilding and trauma. In light of the recent 6.4 magnitude earthquake that struck Western Nepal last night – just miles from Mustang – and our hope to focus public attention on supporting relief efforts, we will postpone our travelogue until next week. Currently, there are 150 known deaths from the quake with many hundreds more injured and tens of thousands left without shelter as winter approaches. Please watch this space for updates on how you can help the families in Jajarkot and Rukum recover and build back better. With love, Cory and Ben
Likes : 3102Cory Richards - 3K Likes - Charisma, fame, good looks, superhuman physical and artistic achievements. Some people seem to be everything you dream of becoming. And as @coryrichards shares in this interview, everything can be nothing and anything can be the opportunity for presence, mindfulness and connection to who and what matters most.  Cory climbed Mount Everest without supplemental oxygen in 2016 and was the first and only American to climb one of the world’s 8,000 meter peaks in winter, where he almost died in an avalanche and took one of the most famous photos of his career that became the cover of the 125th anniversary issue of @natgeo. Cory has been a @natgeoadventure of the Year and National Geographic Photographer fellow.  His memoir, The Color of Everything, out July 9th, tells the story of his journey with mental health and how it has shaped his life, his path as an adventurer and artist and his decision to walk away from climbing, photography and shed his former identities to move to LA and be a writer.  Once I started reading The Color of Everything, I couldn’t put it down and since I finished it, I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s a profound, must-read book and I’m sure you’ll see it on many best of the year lists come December. To pre-order the book now, go to the link in bio.  Footage courtesy of Cory, @fossil, @nikonusa

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Caption : Charisma, fame, good looks, superhuman physical and artistic achievements. Some people seem to be everything you dream of becoming. And as @coryrichards shares in this interview, everything can be nothing and anything can be the opportunity for presence, mindfulness and connection to who and what matters most.  Cory climbed Mount Everest without supplemental oxygen in 2016 and was the first and only American to climb one of the world’s 8,000 meter peaks in winter, where he almost died in an avalanche and took one of the most famous photos of his career that became the cover of the 125th anniversary issue of @natgeo. Cory has been a @natgeoadventure of the Year and National Geographic Photographer fellow.  His memoir, The Color of Everything, out July 9th, tells the story of his journey with mental health and how it has shaped his life, his path as an adventurer and artist and his decision to walk away from climbing, photography and shed his former identities to move to LA and be a writer.  Once I started reading The Color of Everything, I couldn’t put it down and since I finished it, I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s a profound, must-read book and I’m sure you’ll see it on many best of the year lists come December. To pre-order the book now, go to the link in bio.  Footage courtesy of Cory, @fossil, @nikonusa
Likes : 2968Cory Richards - 2.9K Likes - READ CAPTION // Mental health medications…let’s talk about ‘em. I think I was probably medicated too young, but it’s an unanswerable question. The various labels and mental health hurdles I’ve navigated over the years have brought with them an assortment of pills of various sizes and colors and I’ve often wondered about their efficacy. And still, I’ve taken them because overall, I believe in their value. It’s unarguable that we are an over diagnosed and over medicated society. It’s also important that I make clear that I’m not endorsing big pharma here. This isn’t a commentary on the healthcare system. What I’m challenging is the stigma around mental health medications. Many of these substances save lives and keep people safe and the idea that they are “bad” or unnecessary can be far more harmful than taking them. Yes, they can come with some shitty side effects. Yes, we need a lot more research and solutions and options. But there isn’t a silver bullet to calm the tempests of the mind and anyone peddling a sure shot with a handful of herbs and supplements probably isn’t very trustworthy. At their best, medications are used to carefully mitigate symptoms while addressing the underlying issues (almost always some form of trauma) That’s where the gold is. Building new systems and patterns of behavior is often only possible in the absence of acute symptoms. Still, some issues really do benefit from life long medicating. The truth that healthy people aren’t profitable is a tragedy. Big pharma isn’t incentivized to HEAL people. They make money off TREATING people. But those treatments can and do save lives. It’s impossible to make it all go away with a pill. But sometimes a pill makes it all seem a bit more possible. As with almost everything, mental health medications are a “yes, AND…” #thecolorofeverything

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Caption : READ CAPTION // Mental health medications…let’s talk about ‘em. I think I was probably medicated too young, but it’s an unanswerable question. The various labels and mental health hurdles I’ve navigated over the years have brought with them an assortment of pills of various sizes and colors and I’ve often wondered about their efficacy. And still, I’ve taken them because overall, I believe in their value. It’s unarguable that we are an over diagnosed and over medicated society. It’s also important that I make clear that I’m not endorsing big pharma here. This isn’t a commentary on the healthcare system. What I’m challenging is the stigma around mental health medications. Many of these substances save lives and keep people safe and the idea that they are “bad” or unnecessary can be far more harmful than taking them. Yes, they can come with some shitty side effects. Yes, we need a lot more research and solutions and options. But there isn’t a silver bullet to calm the tempests of the mind and anyone peddling a sure shot with a handful of herbs and supplements probably isn’t very trustworthy. At their best, medications are used to carefully mitigate symptoms while addressing the underlying issues (almost always some form of trauma) That’s where the gold is. Building new systems and patterns of behavior is often only possible in the absence of acute symptoms. Still, some issues really do benefit from life long medicating. The truth that healthy people aren’t profitable is a tragedy. Big pharma isn’t incentivized to HEAL people. They make money off TREATING people. But those treatments can and do save lives. It’s impossible to make it all go away with a pill. But sometimes a pill makes it all seem a bit more possible. As with almost everything, mental health medications are a “yes, AND…” #thecolorofeverything
Likes : 2941Cory Richards - 2.9K Likes - I identified as an alcoholic for a decade. And here are some of my thoughts… As always, I’d love to know your thoughts below. 👇

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Caption : I identified as an alcoholic for a decade. And here are some of my thoughts… As always, I’d love to know your thoughts below. 👇
Likes : 2932Cory Richards - 2.6K Likes - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org – these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 2608Cory Richards - 2.6K Likes - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org – these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 2608Cory Richards - 2.6K Likes - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org – these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 2608Cory Richards - 2.6K Likes - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org – these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 2608Cory Richards - 2.6K Likes - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org – these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 2608Cory Richards - 2.6K Likes - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org – these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 2608Cory Richards - 2.6K Likes - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org – these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 2608Cory Richards - 2.6K Likes - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org – these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 2608Cory Richards - 2.6K Likes - Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org - these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel

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Caption : Our hearts remain with the thousands of families that have lost loved ones in the 6.4 magnitude earthquake in West Nepal. As winter approaches, tens of thousands remain without adequate shelter or warmth. If you’d like to contribute please visit Blinknow.org – these are friends of ours working tirelessly on the ground, and every contribution matters. We will resume our Mustang travelogue starting today to celebrate all the beauty, resiliency, and magic of Nepal in the faith that if we all work together, brighter days will come soon. // following words by @jetbutterflies Hoping for mountains, we find fog. Climbing towards Sarangkot, the city disappears behind us. Marigolds line the road that falls away into steeped terraces dotted by clusters of roughhewn homes. An hour in, we find the main highway again, paved and twisted into tight curls across the steep hillsides like a pig’s tail. Todd’s back wheel blows up, death-wobbling him across the narrow road and directly into a stable of split-open motor scooters under a corrugated tin roof held together with wire. The mechanic opens the rear tire, and leaves the parts strewn across the shoulder of the highway. A metal-handled hammer and broken screwdriver finish the job: a blown bearing. The mechanic isn’t much of a talker. He saddles a scooter and buzzes off to somewhere while the town gathers around us, sharing stories and children and a, most proudly, new iPhone 12 ProMax. They return with two bearings – “Japan” brand. “Best quality”, he says. Four hours of riding to go. @vacheronconstantin @aetherapparel
Likes : 2608Cory Richards - 2.5K Likes - Just a bunch of atoms that exploded 13.8 billion years ago and only exist when we are looking. Daily reminder to stop trying so hard for a moment and notice what you’re already a part of. #thecolorofeverything

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Caption : Just a bunch of atoms that exploded 13.8 billion years ago and only exist when we are looking. Daily reminder to stop trying so hard for a moment and notice what you’re already a part of. #thecolorofeverything
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Caption : Just a bunch of atoms that exploded 13.8 billion years ago and only exist when we are looking. Daily reminder to stop trying so hard for a moment and notice what you’re already a part of. #thecolorofeverything
Likes : 2543Cory Richards - 2.4K Likes - To the oldest part of our brain, the experience of climbing is interpreted as an act of survival and survival is stressful work. The sympathetic nervous system fires up and we step into fight, flight, or freeze and choose to fight. We fight gravity. We fight fear. We fight with our muscles and every cell of our body. We fight with our conscious and subconscious minds alike and the whole game is learning to manage the stress response and ultimately work in tandem with our brain and body in pursuit of a goal. In that way, it becomes an act of mindfulness because in order to survive, we’re forced to distill order from chaos and focus on the now. The discomfort of it all is offset by the highs that come with it. It’s beautiful and breathtaking and life-affirming in a way that few other sports can ever be. The conscious mind colors the experience with all sorts of stories and little self-deceptions about what we’re doing and why. But to the ancient part of the brain, it’s all the same thing; in that five-hundred-million-year-old piece of the mind, there is no poetry or story and we can tell no lies to escape the fact that the neurobiological basis of climbing is sim-ple: Don’t die. Chaos is what I know best. - an excerpt from my memoir, The Color of Everything, coming out next week. Link to pre-order in my bio!

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Caption : To the oldest part of our brain, the experience of climbing is interpreted as an act of survival and survival is stressful work. The sympathetic nervous system fires up and we step into fight, flight, or freeze and choose to fight. We fight gravity. We fight fear. We fight with our muscles and every cell of our body. We fight with our conscious and subconscious minds alike and the whole game is learning to manage the stress response and ultimately work in tandem with our brain and body in pursuit of a goal. In that way, it becomes an act of mindfulness because in order to survive, we’re forced to distill order from chaos and focus on the now. The discomfort of it all is offset by the highs that come with it. It’s beautiful and breathtaking and life-affirming in a way that few other sports can ever be. The conscious mind colors the experience with all sorts of stories and little self-deceptions about what we’re doing and why. But to the ancient part of the brain, it’s all the same thing; in that five-hundred-million-year-old piece of the mind, there is no poetry or story and we can tell no lies to escape the fact that the neurobiological basis of climbing is sim-ple: Don’t die. Chaos is what I know best. – an excerpt from my memoir, The Color of Everything, coming out next week. Link to pre-order in my bio!
Likes : 2373Cory Richards - 2.4K Likes - To the oldest part of our brain, the experience of climbing is interpreted as an act of survival and survival is stressful work. The sympathetic nervous system fires up and we step into fight, flight, or freeze and choose to fight. We fight gravity. We fight fear. We fight with our muscles and every cell of our body. We fight with our conscious and subconscious minds alike and the whole game is learning to manage the stress response and ultimately work in tandem with our brain and body in pursuit of a goal. In that way, it becomes an act of mindfulness because in order to survive, we’re forced to distill order from chaos and focus on the now. The discomfort of it all is offset by the highs that come with it. It’s beautiful and breathtaking and life-affirming in a way that few other sports can ever be. The conscious mind colors the experience with all sorts of stories and little self-deceptions about what we’re doing and why. But to the ancient part of the brain, it’s all the same thing; in that five-hundred-million-year-old piece of the mind, there is no poetry or story and we can tell no lies to escape the fact that the neurobiological basis of climbing is sim-ple: Don’t die. Chaos is what I know best. - an excerpt from my memoir, The Color of Everything, coming out next week. Link to pre-order in my bio!

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Caption : To the oldest part of our brain, the experience of climbing is interpreted as an act of survival and survival is stressful work. The sympathetic nervous system fires up and we step into fight, flight, or freeze and choose to fight. We fight gravity. We fight fear. We fight with our muscles and every cell of our body. We fight with our conscious and subconscious minds alike and the whole game is learning to manage the stress response and ultimately work in tandem with our brain and body in pursuit of a goal. In that way, it becomes an act of mindfulness because in order to survive, we’re forced to distill order from chaos and focus on the now. The discomfort of it all is offset by the highs that come with it. It’s beautiful and breathtaking and life-affirming in a way that few other sports can ever be. The conscious mind colors the experience with all sorts of stories and little self-deceptions about what we’re doing and why. But to the ancient part of the brain, it’s all the same thing; in that five-hundred-million-year-old piece of the mind, there is no poetry or story and we can tell no lies to escape the fact that the neurobiological basis of climbing is sim-ple: Don’t die. Chaos is what I know best. – an excerpt from my memoir, The Color of Everything, coming out next week. Link to pre-order in my bio!
Likes : 2373Cory Richards - 2.4K Likes - When people talk about how long it takes to write a book, they’re usually referring to the writing process…from the time they put pen to paper. But it takes much longer than that. In my case, it’s taken me 42 years to write THE COLOR OF EVERYTHING. It’s arguable that it’s taken 13.8 billion years. From the book: ‘From the beginning of time until now, with all the innumerable events that happened just so, I am very improbable.’ This is not unique to me. We all are. Books are precious objects…little pieces of magic leaked out of the heart and mind. Likewise, they are only made possible by readers and I’m grateful for everyone who chooses to come along for the ride…and hopefully becomes immersed in a world that is outside of their own and yet now belongs to them in some small way. Pre-order now at link in bio. With all my gratitude -c- #thecolorofeverything

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Caption : When people talk about how long it takes to write a book, they’re usually referring to the writing process…from the time they put pen to paper. But it takes much longer than that. In my case, it’s taken me 42 years to write THE COLOR OF EVERYTHING. It’s arguable that it’s taken 13.8 billion years. From the book: ‘From the beginning of time until now, with all the innumerable events that happened just so, I am very improbable.’ This is not unique to me. We all are. Books are precious objects…little pieces of magic leaked out of the heart and mind. Likewise, they are only made possible by readers and I’m grateful for everyone who chooses to come along for the ride…and hopefully becomes immersed in a world that is outside of their own and yet now belongs to them in some small way. Pre-order now at link in bio. With all my gratitude -c- #thecolorofeverything
Likes : 2354Cory Richards - 2.3K Likes - Walrus, Franz Josef Land, Russia.

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Caption : Walrus, Franz Josef Land, Russia.
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Caption : Walrus, Franz Josef Land, Russia.
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Caption : Walrus, Franz Josef Land, Russia.
Likes : 2268Cory Richards - 1.9K Likes - It’s been a moment since I shared some photos, so here are two from the archives. Shot on assignment for National Geographic Magazine in 2015. Okavango source story profiling the source of the Okavango’s water in the Angolan highlands. The team, lead by Steven Boyes PhD traveled over 1,000 miles by Mekoro doing a mega transect of the Okavango’s source and its ultimate outlet in the delta.

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Caption : It’s been a moment since I shared some photos, so here are two from the archives. Shot on assignment for National Geographic Magazine in 2015. Okavango source story profiling the source of the Okavango’s water in the Angolan highlands. The team, lead by Steven Boyes PhD traveled over 1,000 miles by Mekoro doing a mega transect of the Okavango’s source and its ultimate outlet in the delta.
Likes : 1942Cory Richards - 1.9K Likes - It’s been a moment since I shared some photos, so here are two from the archives. Shot on assignment for National Geographic Magazine in 2015. Okavango source story profiling the source of the Okavango’s water in the Angolan highlands. The team, lead by Steven Boyes PhD traveled over 1,000 miles by Mekoro doing a mega transect of the Okavango’s source and its ultimate outlet in the delta.

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Caption : It’s been a moment since I shared some photos, so here are two from the archives. Shot on assignment for National Geographic Magazine in 2015. Okavango source story profiling the source of the Okavango’s water in the Angolan highlands. The team, lead by Steven Boyes PhD traveled over 1,000 miles by Mekoro doing a mega transect of the Okavango’s source and its ultimate outlet in the delta.
Likes : 1942Cory Richards - 1.9K Likes - Where it started and where it went. First image: @alexhonnold climbing near Moab, UT ‘08/‘09 Second image: @alexhonnold for the @ESPN body issue in 2019.

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Caption : Where it started and where it went. First image: @alexhonnold climbing near Moab, UT ‘08/‘09 Second image: @alexhonnold for the @ESPN body issue in 2019.
Likes : 1933Cory Richards - 1.9K Likes - Where it started and where it went. First image: @alexhonnold climbing near Moab, UT ‘08/‘09 Second image: @alexhonnold for the @ESPN body issue in 2019.

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Caption : Where it started and where it went. First image: @alexhonnold climbing near Moab, UT ‘08/‘09 Second image: @alexhonnold for the @ESPN body issue in 2019.
Likes : 1933Cory Richards - 1.9K Likes - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.

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Caption : The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Likes : 1900Cory Richards - 1.9K Likes - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.

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Caption : The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Likes : 1900Cory Richards - 1.9K Likes - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.

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Caption : The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Likes : 1900Cory Richards - 1.9K Likes - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.

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Caption : The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Likes : 1900Cory Richards - 1.9K Likes - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.

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Caption : The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Likes : 1900Cory Richards - 1.9K Likes - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.

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Caption : The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Likes : 1900Cory Richards - 1.9K Likes - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.

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Caption : The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Likes : 1900Cory Richards - 1.9K Likes - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.

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Caption : The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Likes : 1900Cory Richards - 1.9K Likes - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.

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Caption : The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Likes : 1900Cory Richards - 1.9K Likes - The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.

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Caption : The curb weight of the Porsche 356, the first Porsche automobile, was 1700 – 2,296 lbs. The weight of the Porsche name is much heavier. Ferdinand ‘Ferdi’ Porsche, an architect by trade and the great grandson of the company’s founder Prof. Ferdinand Porsche, is now adding his fingerprint to the family’s rich motor-sports legacy. At 30 yrs old, Ferdi defies all the seriousness and pomp of racing cars. He’s affable, warm, and almost boyish in his excitement. To put it bluntly, he’s ‘cool’ without effort, working hard to invite the next generation into the motorsports world. On February 24, Ferdi’s @fat.international held its first ice race in Zell am See, Austria, and has now followed it up in Aspen, Colorado. Over the past two days on an icy track in Carbondale, the @fat.icerace has included models from the @aetherapparel Half11 (half Porsche, half F1) to the Rivian R1T, to a host of various @mobil1 cars and drivers tearing around corners, over-steering, under-steering, and generally bringing joy as they spit rooster tails of snow from their tires. I watch as an enthusiast warm his hands in the exhaust of a loud engine. He brings them to his nose, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting his senses coalesce into something whole and visceral. Ferdi sits in his car nearby grinning. It’s an expression of sincere, palpable joy. As an arm drops, he accelerates onto the track. In a burst of exhaust, something old becomes new again. It’s a Herculean task and these are enormous shoes to fill, but Ferdi seems to be carrying the weight of legacy effortlessly.
Likes : 1900Cory Richards - 1.7K Likes - READ CAPTION // I’ve had a few people suggest that some of my chapters should come with “trigger warnings” To put it bluntly: No. As much as this post ironically seems to accomplish that goal, it’s not that. Like everything, the whole idea of trigger warnings exists on a long spectrum. Of course we should let people know if we’re about to abruptly show them atrocities, death, or extreme violence. So yeah, they have a place. But are they actually helpful to the degree that they’re thrown around these days? Research suggests there is no reduction in anxiety, fear, or negative emotions when trigger warnings are offered. I understand the argument of giving people a choice of whether or not they want to engage in hard content, but we actually need triggers. They are full of information on the pieces of us that need attention. Providing safe spaces (healthy) is not the same as attempting to avoid difficult emotions (unhealthy). Being chased by a bear is not the same as being reminded of getting chased by a bear. Yes, the fight or flight response is the same, but the real life implications aren’t and it’s our individual responsibility to resolve those stress responses. Triggers help build the capacity to hold emotions and build ‘antifragility’ (Nassim Taleb). It’s arguable that trigger warnings are antithetical (even anti therapeutic) on the road to overcoming trauma as they build a framework in which trauma remains to hold power. Rather than being mindfully confronted, emotions are avoided which does nothing long term for growth. In story and in life, growth tends to happen at crisis points. Something needs to trigger us in order to generate curiosity about our pain or fear, address it, and let it go. A society of eggshells ends up in pieces. So no…No trigger warnings for The Color Of Everything. Pre-order now at link in bio.

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Caption : READ CAPTION // I’ve had a few people suggest that some of my chapters should come with “trigger warnings” To put it bluntly: No. As much as this post ironically seems to accomplish that goal, it’s not that. Like everything, the whole idea of trigger warnings exists on a long spectrum. Of course we should let people know if we’re about to abruptly show them atrocities, death, or extreme violence. So yeah, they have a place. But are they actually helpful to the degree that they’re thrown around these days? Research suggests there is no reduction in anxiety, fear, or negative emotions when trigger warnings are offered. I understand the argument of giving people a choice of whether or not they want to engage in hard content, but we actually need triggers. They are full of information on the pieces of us that need attention. Providing safe spaces (healthy) is not the same as attempting to avoid difficult emotions (unhealthy). Being chased by a bear is not the same as being reminded of getting chased by a bear. Yes, the fight or flight response is the same, but the real life implications aren’t and it’s our individual responsibility to resolve those stress responses. Triggers help build the capacity to hold emotions and build ‘antifragility’ (Nassim Taleb). It’s arguable that trigger warnings are antithetical (even anti therapeutic) on the road to overcoming trauma as they build a framework in which trauma remains to hold power. Rather than being mindfully confronted, emotions are avoided which does nothing long term for growth. In story and in life, growth tends to happen at crisis points. Something needs to trigger us in order to generate curiosity about our pain or fear, address it, and let it go. A society of eggshells ends up in pieces. So no…No trigger warnings for The Color Of Everything. Pre-order now at link in bio.
Likes : 1745Cory Richards - 1.6K Likes - In these crucial first days after the quake, rescue efforts give way to the critical, and complex, process of providing impacted communities with food, warmth, and shelter. Rebuilding takes time, but helping provide these basic needs can make a tremendous difference in the long run. @maggiedoyne and @blinknoworg are on the ground at the epicenter and are focusing their efforts on vulnerable groups like pregnant women, and the most isolated communities that are typically the last to receive aid. Supporting their work is the best way you can help from afar. Donations of every size matter. Nepal has given us both so much, please help us in our efforts to give a tiny bit of that back when it matters the most. http://www.blinknow.org/earthquake 📷 @rushsturges @coryrichards

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Caption : In these crucial first days after the quake, rescue efforts give way to the critical, and complex, process of providing impacted communities with food, warmth, and shelter. Rebuilding takes time, but helping provide these basic needs can make a tremendous difference in the long run. @maggiedoyne and @blinknoworg are on the ground at the epicenter and are focusing their efforts on vulnerable groups like pregnant women, and the most isolated communities that are typically the last to receive aid. Supporting their work is the best way you can help from afar. Donations of every size matter. Nepal has given us both so much, please help us in our efforts to give a tiny bit of that back when it matters the most. http://www.blinknow.org/earthquake 📷 @rushsturges @coryrichards
Likes : 1568Cory Richards - 1.6K Likes - In these crucial first days after the quake, rescue efforts give way to the critical, and complex, process of providing impacted communities with food, warmth, and shelter. Rebuilding takes time, but helping provide these basic needs can make a tremendous difference in the long run. @maggiedoyne and @blinknoworg are on the ground at the epicenter and are focusing their efforts on vulnerable groups like pregnant women, and the most isolated communities that are typically the last to receive aid. Supporting their work is the best way you can help from afar. Donations of every size matter. Nepal has given us both so much, please help us in our efforts to give a tiny bit of that back when it matters the most. http://www.blinknow.org/earthquake 📷 @rushsturges @coryrichards

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Caption : In these crucial first days after the quake, rescue efforts give way to the critical, and complex, process of providing impacted communities with food, warmth, and shelter. Rebuilding takes time, but helping provide these basic needs can make a tremendous difference in the long run. @maggiedoyne and @blinknoworg are on the ground at the epicenter and are focusing their efforts on vulnerable groups like pregnant women, and the most isolated communities that are typically the last to receive aid. Supporting their work is the best way you can help from afar. Donations of every size matter. Nepal has given us both so much, please help us in our efforts to give a tiny bit of that back when it matters the most. http://www.blinknow.org/earthquake 📷 @rushsturges @coryrichards
Likes : 1568Cory Richards - 1.6K Likes - In these crucial first days after the quake, rescue efforts give way to the critical, and complex, process of providing impacted communities with food, warmth, and shelter. Rebuilding takes time, but helping provide these basic needs can make a tremendous difference in the long run. @maggiedoyne and @blinknoworg are on the ground at the epicenter and are focusing their efforts on vulnerable groups like pregnant women, and the most isolated communities that are typically the last to receive aid. Supporting their work is the best way you can help from afar. Donations of every size matter. Nepal has given us both so much, please help us in our efforts to give a tiny bit of that back when it matters the most. http://www.blinknow.org/earthquake 📷 @rushsturges @coryrichards

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Caption : In these crucial first days after the quake, rescue efforts give way to the critical, and complex, process of providing impacted communities with food, warmth, and shelter. Rebuilding takes time, but helping provide these basic needs can make a tremendous difference in the long run. @maggiedoyne and @blinknoworg are on the ground at the epicenter and are focusing their efforts on vulnerable groups like pregnant women, and the most isolated communities that are typically the last to receive aid. Supporting their work is the best way you can help from afar. Donations of every size matter. Nepal has given us both so much, please help us in our efforts to give a tiny bit of that back when it matters the most. http://www.blinknow.org/earthquake 📷 @rushsturges @coryrichards
Likes : 1568Cory Richards - 1.5K Likes - Pre-order now at link in bio!!! I love your likes and comments! Comment more! Share! And also, EVERY PRESALE MATTERS! Seems silly to say, but that is how the sausage is made. Thank you for your support! From the book: ‘I’ve spent most of my life trying to escape my own story of madness. I’ve chased the horizon, confusing it for a perfect future where everything will make sense. I’ve feared being myself because I learned early on that my mind was a dangerous thing. But in the pursuit of an idyllic version of me, I’ve missed the joy of being myself. Chasing the horizon is never wrong so long as we understand that, from another perspective, we’re already there. I chose to live madly to outrun madness itself. I’ve thought that by rebellion, doing more, being better, and being different, I might be able to out-climb, out-explore, or out-create the disquiet of my mind. But what if the noise and madness were the gift?’

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Caption : Pre-order now at link in bio!!! I love your likes and comments! Comment more! Share! And also, EVERY PRESALE MATTERS! Seems silly to say, but that is how the sausage is made. Thank you for your support! From the book: ‘I’ve spent most of my life trying to escape my own story of madness. I’ve chased the horizon, confusing it for a perfect future where everything will make sense. I’ve feared being myself because I learned early on that my mind was a dangerous thing. But in the pursuit of an idyllic version of me, I’ve missed the joy of being myself. Chasing the horizon is never wrong so long as we understand that, from another perspective, we’re already there. I chose to live madly to outrun madness itself. I’ve thought that by rebellion, doing more, being better, and being different, I might be able to out-climb, out-explore, or out-create the disquiet of my mind. But what if the noise and madness were the gift?’
Likes : 1525Cory Richards - 1.4K Likes - A little insight into what my writing process on my best days looks like. As with any process, you’re not always gonna nail it. That’s okay. I don’t use a word count as a goal. I don’t use a page count. I use time. Some days, you’re just not gonna get as many words out. Some days you’ll put down pages in a blink. It’s all okay. A book is an ultra marathon…not a sprint. It often takes people well over a year if not two or more. And if you must count pages, just remember that one page a day for a year is 365 pages. You’re gonna lose those 65 to edits. And you’re gonna end up with a 300 page book…which is great. Maybe (often) it doesn’t even need to be that long. So…there you go. Happy writing. Pre-order The Color Of Everything at the link in bio.

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Caption : A little insight into what my writing process on my best days looks like. As with any process, you’re not always gonna nail it. That’s okay. I don’t use a word count as a goal. I don’t use a page count. I use time. Some days, you’re just not gonna get as many words out. Some days you’ll put down pages in a blink. It’s all okay. A book is an ultra marathon…not a sprint. It often takes people well over a year if not two or more. And if you must count pages, just remember that one page a day for a year is 365 pages. You’re gonna lose those 65 to edits. And you’re gonna end up with a 300 page book…which is great. Maybe (often) it doesn’t even need to be that long. So…there you go. Happy writing. Pre-order The Color Of Everything at the link in bio.
Likes : 1393Cory Richards - 1.3K Likes - Everything is not f*cked. Our minds have a tendency to magnify and even fabricate the possibilities of terrible things. And in no way am I saying that there aren’t awful, awful things happening in the world today, or that I don’t live from a place of privilege. But, the world, in many metrics, is better than it has ever been. Even beyond numbers, most of us in our own lives, despite hardships, are okay. Everything is not f*cked. And I’d like to choose the story that there remains an unshakeable hope for humanity yet.

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Caption : Everything is not f*cked. Our minds have a tendency to magnify and even fabricate the possibilities of terrible things. And in no way am I saying that there aren’t awful, awful things happening in the world today, or that I don’t live from a place of privilege. But, the world, in many metrics, is better than it has ever been. Even beyond numbers, most of us in our own lives, despite hardships, are okay. Everything is not f*cked. And I’d like to choose the story that there remains an unshakeable hope for humanity yet.
Likes : 1349Cory Richards - 1.3K Likes - What’s better than art and true crime?! Just finished The Art Thief by my friend Michael Finkel @mike_finkel (the first writer I worked with for @natgeo) Go get it…it’s great! Mike has a way of finding incredibly complex and often dark characters in real life, and somehow making them accessible…even relatable. Stéphane Breitwieser, the character at the center of The Art Thief, managed to steal around 2 billion dollars of art before it all came crashing down. He wasn’t rich and resourced. He didn’t use guns. He stole in broad daylight and walked out the front door. Was is it narcissism? Was it kleptomania? Why did he never sell anything he stole, but instead kept it locked in his bedroom as a secret in plain sight? What is the pathology of the worlds most prolific art thief? No secret is forever and even the best make mistakes (often of hubris….like trying to unscrew 30 screws from a display while guards and tourists are moving around you.) Eventually cat becomes aware of mouse and the chase is on.

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Caption : What’s better than art and true crime?! Just finished The Art Thief by my friend Michael Finkel @mike_finkel (the first writer I worked with for @natgeo) Go get it…it’s great! Mike has a way of finding incredibly complex and often dark characters in real life, and somehow making them accessible…even relatable. Stéphane Breitwieser, the character at the center of The Art Thief, managed to steal around 2 billion dollars of art before it all came crashing down. He wasn’t rich and resourced. He didn’t use guns. He stole in broad daylight and walked out the front door. Was is it narcissism? Was it kleptomania? Why did he never sell anything he stole, but instead kept it locked in his bedroom as a secret in plain sight? What is the pathology of the worlds most prolific art thief? No secret is forever and even the best make mistakes (often of hubris….like trying to unscrew 30 screws from a display while guards and tourists are moving around you.) Eventually cat becomes aware of mouse and the chase is on.
Likes : 1269Cory Richards - 1.2K Likes - @gregoryalanisakov at home in CO. I love Greogory's music and as much as he has played an important musical role in my past, I find myself listening to him on repeat as I sit in cafés and write. I found these images from a day at his house during the pandemic and realized I'd never posted them. One of the themes that has dug its way into this book is music and lyrics, like a soundtrack of my history and many identities. I didn’t ever see that coming when I decided to write out my life. Most of us remember our first album or our family soundtrack. My dad had a big collection of vinyl that was mostly classic rock and classical music and I remember the sound of the needle underneath the Beatles 1962-66. My first album was @metallica And Justice For All. I bought it in 1989 when I was eight. Satanic Panic was at its peak and I'm certain mom thought I was going to end up worshipping the devil. On some level she was right. We all worship our own devils, we just call them by different names. Until I started writing, I didn't understand the profound impact music, and especially lyrics, had on me...How I found the right poetry at the right times. I've never understood musical composition, but I love the words. It's common for me to find myself crying to songs that bring me back to a moment of heartbreak or when I was the hero of my own movie. As I've gotten older, I've been incredibly lucky to spend time with some of the musicians I love most. I listen to Gregory's lyrics over and over and try to dissect and understand songwriting. It is one of the most unique and special forms of storytelling and I think everyone who writes can learn from its nuance and brevity. I owe deep thanks to all the musicians that have filled my life. That list is long and far more complete in the book. But today, I'll just say thanks Greogory. "If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone." @ladzinski @andy_mann #thecolorofeverything

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Caption : @gregoryalanisakov at home in CO. I love Greogory’s music and as much as he has played an important musical role in my past, I find myself listening to him on repeat as I sit in cafés and write. I found these images from a day at his house during the pandemic and realized I’d never posted them. One of the themes that has dug its way into this book is music and lyrics, like a soundtrack of my history and many identities. I didn’t ever see that coming when I decided to write out my life. Most of us remember our first album or our family soundtrack. My dad had a big collection of vinyl that was mostly classic rock and classical music and I remember the sound of the needle underneath the Beatles 1962-66. My first album was @metallica And Justice For All. I bought it in 1989 when I was eight. Satanic Panic was at its peak and I’m certain mom thought I was going to end up worshipping the devil. On some level she was right. We all worship our own devils, we just call them by different names. Until I started writing, I didn’t understand the profound impact music, and especially lyrics, had on me…How I found the right poetry at the right times. I’ve never understood musical composition, but I love the words. It’s common for me to find myself crying to songs that bring me back to a moment of heartbreak or when I was the hero of my own movie. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve been incredibly lucky to spend time with some of the musicians I love most. I listen to Gregory’s lyrics over and over and try to dissect and understand songwriting. It is one of the most unique and special forms of storytelling and I think everyone who writes can learn from its nuance and brevity. I owe deep thanks to all the musicians that have filled my life. That list is long and far more complete in the book. But today, I’ll just say thanks Greogory. “If it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone.” @ladzinski @andy_mann #thecolorofeverything
Likes : 1215Cory Richards - 1.2K Likes - @gregoryalanisakov at home in CO. I love Greogory's music and as much as he has played an important musical role in my past, I find myself listening to him on repeat as I sit in cafés and write. I found these images from a day at his house during the pandemic and realized I'd never posted them. One of the themes that has dug its way into this book is music and lyrics, like a soundtrack of my history and many identities. I didn’t ever see that coming when I decided to write out my life. Most of us remember our first album or our family soundtrack. My dad had a big collection of vinyl that was mostly classic rock and classical music and I remember the sound of the needle underneath the Beatles 1962-66. My first album was @metallica And Justice For All. I bought it in 1989 when I was eight. Satanic Panic was at its peak and I'm certain mom thought I was going to end up worshipping the devil. On some level she was right. We all worship our own devils, we just call them by different names. Until I started writing, I didn't understand the profound impact music, and especially lyrics, had on me...How I found the right poetry at the right times. I've never understood musical composition, but I love the words. It's common for me to find myself crying to songs that bring me back to a moment of heartbreak or when I was the hero of my own movie. As I've gotten older, I've been incredibly lucky to spend time with some of the musicians I love most. I listen to Gregory's lyrics over and over and try to dissect and understand songwriting. It is one of the most unique and special forms of storytelling and I think everyone who writes can learn from its nuance and brevity. I owe deep thanks to all the musicians that have filled my life. That list is long and far more complete in the book. But today, I'll just say thanks Greogory. "If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone." @ladzinski @andy_mann #thecolorofeverything

1.2K Likes – Cory Richards Instagram

Caption : @gregoryalanisakov at home in CO. I love Greogory’s music and as much as he has played an important musical role in my past, I find myself listening to him on repeat as I sit in cafés and write. I found these images from a day at his house during the pandemic and realized I’d never posted them. One of the themes that has dug its way into this book is music and lyrics, like a soundtrack of my history and many identities. I didn’t ever see that coming when I decided to write out my life. Most of us remember our first album or our family soundtrack. My dad had a big collection of vinyl that was mostly classic rock and classical music and I remember the sound of the needle underneath the Beatles 1962-66. My first album was @metallica And Justice For All. I bought it in 1989 when I was eight. Satanic Panic was at its peak and I’m certain mom thought I was going to end up worshipping the devil. On some level she was right. We all worship our own devils, we just call them by different names. Until I started writing, I didn’t understand the profound impact music, and especially lyrics, had on me…How I found the right poetry at the right times. I’ve never understood musical composition, but I love the words. It’s common for me to find myself crying to songs that bring me back to a moment of heartbreak or when I was the hero of my own movie. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve been incredibly lucky to spend time with some of the musicians I love most. I listen to Gregory’s lyrics over and over and try to dissect and understand songwriting. It is one of the most unique and special forms of storytelling and I think everyone who writes can learn from its nuance and brevity. I owe deep thanks to all the musicians that have filled my life. That list is long and far more complete in the book. But today, I’ll just say thanks Greogory. “If it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone.” @ladzinski @andy_mann #thecolorofeverything
Likes : 1215Cory Richards - 1.2K Likes - @gregoryalanisakov at home in CO. I love Greogory's music and as much as he has played an important musical role in my past, I find myself listening to him on repeat as I sit in cafés and write. I found these images from a day at his house during the pandemic and realized I'd never posted them. One of the themes that has dug its way into this book is music and lyrics, like a soundtrack of my history and many identities. I didn’t ever see that coming when I decided to write out my life. Most of us remember our first album or our family soundtrack. My dad had a big collection of vinyl that was mostly classic rock and classical music and I remember the sound of the needle underneath the Beatles 1962-66. My first album was @metallica And Justice For All. I bought it in 1989 when I was eight. Satanic Panic was at its peak and I'm certain mom thought I was going to end up worshipping the devil. On some level she was right. We all worship our own devils, we just call them by different names. Until I started writing, I didn't understand the profound impact music, and especially lyrics, had on me...How I found the right poetry at the right times. I've never understood musical composition, but I love the words. It's common for me to find myself crying to songs that bring me back to a moment of heartbreak or when I was the hero of my own movie. As I've gotten older, I've been incredibly lucky to spend time with some of the musicians I love most. I listen to Gregory's lyrics over and over and try to dissect and understand songwriting. It is one of the most unique and special forms of storytelling and I think everyone who writes can learn from its nuance and brevity. I owe deep thanks to all the musicians that have filled my life. That list is long and far more complete in the book. But today, I'll just say thanks Greogory. "If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone." @ladzinski @andy_mann #thecolorofeverything

1.2K Likes – Cory Richards Instagram

Caption : @gregoryalanisakov at home in CO. I love Greogory’s music and as much as he has played an important musical role in my past, I find myself listening to him on repeat as I sit in cafés and write. I found these images from a day at his house during the pandemic and realized I’d never posted them. One of the themes that has dug its way into this book is music and lyrics, like a soundtrack of my history and many identities. I didn’t ever see that coming when I decided to write out my life. Most of us remember our first album or our family soundtrack. My dad had a big collection of vinyl that was mostly classic rock and classical music and I remember the sound of the needle underneath the Beatles 1962-66. My first album was @metallica And Justice For All. I bought it in 1989 when I was eight. Satanic Panic was at its peak and I’m certain mom thought I was going to end up worshipping the devil. On some level she was right. We all worship our own devils, we just call them by different names. Until I started writing, I didn’t understand the profound impact music, and especially lyrics, had on me…How I found the right poetry at the right times. I’ve never understood musical composition, but I love the words. It’s common for me to find myself crying to songs that bring me back to a moment of heartbreak or when I was the hero of my own movie. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve been incredibly lucky to spend time with some of the musicians I love most. I listen to Gregory’s lyrics over and over and try to dissect and understand songwriting. It is one of the most unique and special forms of storytelling and I think everyone who writes can learn from its nuance and brevity. I owe deep thanks to all the musicians that have filled my life. That list is long and far more complete in the book. But today, I’ll just say thanks Greogory. “If it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone.” @ladzinski @andy_mann #thecolorofeverything
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