What the money is for
This money is for printing a hard copy of the Alpine State of Mind journal. To print 500 copies cost around 6-7 thousand dollars. Other expenses including a webpage, ISBN number, bar code, and other work add up to another 1000 dollars. If I raise more than 7000 dollars, then I may print more than 500 journals and include in a few local shops and at ski areas.
Edit to add: the revised cost is actually 16,500 for 2000 copies, and I will be using off-set printing, since the response has been so positive. 6-7k would be for digital printing, which I am no longer doing.
Where It All Began (my introduction in the Journal)
No purpose comes without cause. No cause without purpose. This journal stems from wanting to share those feelings that we hold dear - of the mountains, rivers, lakes, oceans, beaches, trails and more.
I want to remember, you see.
I want to remember that high ridge leading to a precarious summit. That river of clouds curling it’s its fists and slamming into the rock walls in a puff. That blinding, star-splitting light blazing from the sun. That ocean of blue into which mountains thumb their noses.
I want to remember that deep roaring creek, the high canyon walls, the towering trees teetering overhead, the fish leaping, the rapids shaking the air. That curse of chilled air mixing with shaking fingers. You are afraid. It is a fear you crave and hate, love and seek out. The fear that is your mistress more than your savior.
I want to remember that trail snaking into the forest, bending around out of sight into the unknown. That trail that leads to places unseen and craved for. That place your feet ache, blister and push forward toward. That trail on which the flowers bloom, the fall leaves shift, the rain patters and the sun mixes with shade. It is the snake into which curls the tail. Every trail leads back to you over sleet-covered passes, mosquito-filled marshes, highland meadows and beyond.
I remember these moments and more. I want to share that perspective. That raw, real and honest point of view that comes from the soul. This journal will be about places that move me. Not just the extreme or of any one sport or place. It will be merely the passionate reflections of my travels through life.
There will be photographs. There will be poetry. There will be adventure stories. There will be anecdotes. There will be, someday, other contributors.
For now, this first issue is just me. The photographer, traveler and writer. A normal guy who wants to share his adventure through life.
Who am I then?
I was born in Puyallup, Washington, and raised sixty miles away on the foothills of Mount Rainier, near Morton, Washington. After college at Western Washington University, I went to work as a financial advisor. For awhile I loved my job. Then one day, between meetings with clients, I realized I no longer felt that way, so in 2009 I quit. I took a pay cut. I let my licenses lapse. I bought a professional camera and one lens. I lived off savings. After a year, I published my first image. In the years that followed, I have published hundreds.
But none of this would’ve happened if not for a fateful day in November, 2003. My best friend, Ben Manfredi passed away. He drowned. My brother and friends tried to revive him. They couldn’t. His last adventure was on the beautiful Grand Canyon of the Elwha in Olympic National Park.
Ben was a photographer. He loved to write. He loved to take photos. In a sense, I wanted to emulate his life. After he passed, I took up his camera. I took my first pictures. I wrote stories. I kept adventuring.
The adventuring began long before I met Ben at 15, though. Those first journeys trace back to my parents and two brothers. We began hiking as soon as we could walk. By the time we had grown old enough to carry our own packs, our outside adventures only increased. We learned to ski on the slopes of Mount Rainier in winter before kindergarten. We backpacked for weeks in the summer. We rode bikes and rafted in the fall. My life was defined by the outdoors. Or, perhaps, the outdoors didn't so much define as enhance my time on this green Earth; it pulled me in closer and wrapped me in her poetry.
If anything, I am fortunate, but in no way do I feel entitled.
So that’s my story squished into a stuff sack, carried in a heavy pack and then pulled out for you all to see. To read more, keep turning the pages. I promise, it will be worth it.
Thanks go to so many. A short list of those that made this all possible.
Ben Manfredi, Josh Hummel, Scott Hollis for his creative designing, Lowell Skoog for his inspiration, my parents, Oliver Lazenby and Norma Benson for editing, and Kyle Miller, Forest McBrian, Adam Roberts, Tim Black and Woods who were on these incredible adventures with me, all the amazing photographers I aspire to emulate such as Carl Skoog, Garrett Grove, Jordan Manley and Scott Rinckenberger, the companies that have supported me like OR, Intuition, G3, K2, Eddie Bauer, White Pass, Crystal, Alpental, REI, the magazines that share my work like Backline, Backcountry, Skiing, Mountain, Mountain Life, Coast Mountain Culture, the friends that go out there with me and let me take imagery of them even if it breaks up their run, the people like you who buy this magazine because it gets you excited and inspires you. Thanks.
Risks and challenges
The journal is nearly completed. It will be approximately 140 pages long. While there are always unforeseen challenges, I can't see any at the moment.Learn about accountability on Kickstarter
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