Tag Archive: sport

Full of Surrender: Nys Goes All In.

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What happens when you take a seasoned Belgian bike racer out of the cold, rain, and mud of Europe and bring him to the arid, sunny dessert of Nevada? Amazing things unfold, indeed.… Continue reading

Musings on the Perfect Shot: You Lose Some, You Win Some. (part 2)

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Our business, by all measures, is about the infinite quest to capture the perfect shot – the ever elusive, often unattainable, highly subjective “perfect shot.” This is quite possibly one of the greatest… Continue reading

Peer POV: Oh So Sonoko!

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I don’t think we knew Sonoko Tanaka’s name for the first two years our work overlapped. It’s a small world out there but somehow if you don’t break the ice right-off-the-bat you just… Continue reading

Always a Bridesmaid, Never a Bride.

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Mention the Tour de France to any Tom, Dick, or Harry and he will immediately have some sense of what you are talking about… whether he finds himself an avid cycling fan, a… Continue reading

The Glass Menagerie.

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The first thought that entered my mind as I woke up every day during the Tour de France is what lenses should we run today?  Unlike much action sports photography, shooting a 21-day bike… Continue reading

These Guys, These Effin’ Guys.

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Taking One for the Team. These words could never find a greater embodiment than in the daily role of a soigneur. Talk about taking one for the team. Soigneurs might possibly be the… Continue reading

Mountain Stage Superfan Culture

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A nun, a tiger, a grumpy baguette, a phallus, and a slutty cop walk into a bar. The bartender looks up and says, “Hey, aren’t you going to miss the finish?” No mistaking… Continue reading

No Camping, But Hoping For Karaoke With Belgians

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The first time I found out that I would be going to France, I was drinking a margarita in the shower. It was my senior year of college, and I got a phone… Continue reading

He’s Right About One Thing.

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My dad says I work too much and don’t have fun. He’s right about one thing. This very thought spins around my mind as I bounce and bang along the dusty, rough-strewn cobbled… Continue reading