Some lessons I learned and embraced, while others I ignored, and then I continued to make unwise choices, although you never know what is wise or unwise at the time. You consider options, make choices, and then continue spinning into the future. It’s all part of being and growing, trusting the daily process of life, and not pushing the river too hard.
Looking at my younger self in this photograph from September 1979 helps me look at my life now and the choices and decisions that led me to this very point of moving time as well as my shifting, quicksilver life story.
I look at myself in this photograph and see the same person, the same inner being, just the shell has changed. Now my hair is whiter and sparser; the beard and mustache are shaven; I still wear dress shirts and bandanas; the Chouinard stand-up climbing pants were consigned to the rubbish bin, full of holes and tatters, long ago. I was married for 18 months at that time, and father to Ian for six months. I was writing articles and making photographs, the same as now. I had the same aspirations then as now—to be happy and fulfilled; to travel and move about the world; to climb mountains and cliffs and explore wild places; to love and be loved, and to share companionship.