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N 181 B 7.5K C 15 E Sep 22, 2019 F Sep 22, 2019
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Some stormy light over a frozen lake in the Lofoten Islands of Norway.

This one time, almost ten years ago, I broke through the ice on a frozen lake while hiking around in the Sierras by myself scouting compositions. I remember two distinct things from that event. First, it wasn’t just cold... it was painfully frigid. Like being stabbed by a thousand knives while simultaneously suffocating. Good times. Second, I very literally pissed my pants while trying to climb out. I remember thinking “oh, that’s really cool to do on top of everything else I’m going through” but I couldn’t control it, so I just let it happen. ‍♂️

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Tags:   lofoten ryan dyar lake norway frozen winter ice reflection mountain mountains arctic norge sunset storm light clouds cracked cracks

N 149 B 2.4K C 12 E Aug 23, 2019 F Sep 20, 2019
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A clearing storm reveals the Aurora as Olstinden reflects in a tiny tidal pool on a fun night in 2015.

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Tags:   astra night reflection northern lights Ryan dyar vestfjorden hamnoy reine aurora Borealis aurora fjord olstinden arctic Norway Lofoten

N 175 B 2.3K C 7 E Sep 5, 2019 F Sep 11, 2019
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You know what’s cool? Jumping on a private boat with a bunch of your tour guests bragging about how you don’t get sea-sick. You know what’s not cool? Spending two hours on rough seas looking through a tiny hole in a camera and getting sea sick. I’ve since learned to take breaks from sticking my eye into the viewfinder while on a boat... for my stomach’s sake. Turns out even the most seasoned seasoned sailors will get sick from looking through a lens on the water. I’d never been sea-sick until the morning I shot this image of lava and steam on the coast of Hawaii. Just another example of Mother Nature keeping my ego in check. ⬇️
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Tags:   boat Ryan dyar coast water plume gas steam volcano sunrise big island lava flow ocean entry ocean flow lava hawaii

N 155 B 3.9K C 6 E Aug 2, 2019 F Aug 2, 2019
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Many, many years ago I was out in the hills of the Columbia River Gorge photographing a sunset and wildflowers when this tall kid looking no older than 17 popped up out of nowhere like a ghost, walked toward me with with a smile that could have meant “I’m about to murder you” or “I’m thinking about puppies and like it”, stopped about 3 feet in front of me and said aloud “Hey, are you Adam Dyar?!” While I thought it was kinda cool being recognized by a stranger, I’ve never gotten over the fact that the kid got my name wrong. That kid was Cody Wilson.

It’s been about 8 years since that incident and we’ve become great friends and have worked together on many tours, but this asshole still got my name wrong when we first met and I think the pain lingered well into our years of friendship... until I finally got my revenge.

You see, on a tour together in Norway during the frigid winter of 2018 Cody came down with a quite severe cold. The poor guy was miserable but, like the hard working bloke he is, he pushed through and did his job. After about three days of seeing him so sick I went into “concerned big brother” mode. While at a shooting location he opted to stay back and lay down in the van for some much deserved rest. Worried about him, I asked if he was keeping hydrated. He replied that he hadn’t been consuming enough water, so I quickly went to grab him a bottle of water but unfortunately we were out of stock. Luckily though a couple days previously I had noticed a big jug of water with one of those built in nozzle spouts in the back of one of the vans. So to help my buddy out, I grabbed one of my empty bottles, took it to the jug of water, filled it to the brim, and demanded with tough-love that Cody drink as much of it has he could. Problem solved, right? No, problem NOT solved.

A few minutes after giving my friend this water, he jumped out of the van where he was trying to rest, walked straight at me, and said “Dude, what the fuck did you give me?” Cue my confusion. “Whatever you gave isn’t water. It’s disgusting. I’ve never tasted anything like this.” He was green and looked as if he might puke right at my feet. I told him “I just got water from the big jug in the back of the van! It’s not water?!” At this point our local Norwegian friend Arild Heitmann was walking up towards the vehicles to grab his gloves from one of the vans and overheard our conversation. Arild inquisitively asked “wait... WHAT happened?” I told him I’d given Cody water from the water jug in the back of the van and Arild burst into a fit of laughter. “Dude, that windshield de-icer!” I glanced at Cody, he’s clearly very alarmed about what he had just ingested “Dude, am I gonna die??” I frantically grabbed my iPhone to google what the main ingredients are in de-icer. Luckily he hadn’t actually swallowed any of it... unluckily the key ingredient is a little something called Urea. Does that sound like any other words you might know? Maybe it sounds like Urine? Yes, Urea is the same stuff as your pee. I made Cody drink piss. He hasn’t called me Adam since.

Tags:   Lofoten Islands mountains mountain cascade stream creek waterfall water autumn fall Astro sky night northern lights aurora borealis aurora arctic stortind stortinden Lofoten Cody wilson Norway

N 185 B 3.3K C 17 E Jul 31, 2019 F Jul 31, 2019
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This area is fairly remote, which is one of my favorite parts of getting out there alone. You can still find a bit solitude. After making the 9 hour drive to this playa on the border of Oregon and Nevada (not the Alvord Playa) in the mid afternoon I was exhausted... as I tend to be during any hour of the day. Like the Nap Champ I am, I crawled into the back of my truck and took a 3 hour snooze.

My alarm went off on my then brand new iPhone (the original iPhone... like the first model that ever came out) and I popped up from my thunderous slumber to find thunderous weather had accumulated in the skies. “HELL YEAH!” I glanced at my phone to silence the alarm and noticed I had only 3% battery left. I jumped back into the drivers seat of the rig, plugged my phone into the charger, shoved my key into the ignition, twisted my wrist and.... nothing. “Hmmm.” I turned the key again... *clickclickclick* “Oh come the fuck on.” Twist *clickclick* Nothing. I quickly assessed the issue and found the problem in about 4 seconds because I’m a talented mechanic... my dumb ass left the headlights on.

Slight panic set in and I quickly went into problem solving mode. Scenario: Dead car battery, a 24 hour walk to find civilization, enough food to last about 3 hours (36 hours for a normal person), enough water for a day, enough layers to keep warm, a book, and a cell phone with 3% battery left. I established my first priority aloud to myself “fuck walking 30 miles in the desert.” So my safety had to come via the rapidly dying cell phone. Who should call and explain my scenario to with a battery that might die in 1 minute of talking? Of course 911. The phone call went like this: “911, what’s your emergency?” Me: “my cell battery is about to die, so I’ll be quick. I’m stranded in my vehicle at *insert coordinates I looked up on my in-car GPS* and need a jump start. I’m not injured, just need a jump start.” Her: “ummmmmmmm. Well the nearest tow truck company is located 3 hours away, so I can try to ca...” *phone dies* Lovely.

So maybe someone will show up, or maybe not and I’ll just walk out tomorrow. With not much else to do, I decided to grab my camera bag and shoot this image. After sunset, as it started to get dark, there was still no sign of help. I ate my leftover sandwich from earlier in the day, placed a bunch of flashlights on the roof of my truck pointing towards the rarely used dirt road that was a a couple miles away, and tucked into my book to kill some time.

As I read, I kept checking the time. 9pm, nothing. 11pm, nothing. Midnight, damn, still nothing. 1am and my eyes are starting to get heavy... “ Wait! What are those headlights out there??!!” Like someone who’s been lost at sea for months, I frantically grabbed one of the flashlights and started waving it wildly at the distant vehicle followed by rapidly covering and uncovering the light to signal the morse code for SOS, which at that point meant “save our stomachs” more than anything else... I was still hungry after my sandwich. Sure enough, the headlights turned toward me, grew closer, and in a couple minutes revealed themselves to be attached to a tow truck. The driver jumped out “You that kid with a dead battery?” Me: “yeah, didn’t know if anyone was gonna show up!” Driver: “Boy, your coordinates were WAY OFF! I been looking for you 20 miles in the other direction for hours. You know Thais ain’t gonna be cheap, right?” And that, my friends, is the incredibly boring story of how I once paid almost $1000 to take a nap in the desert. I’m sorry if you read all of that.
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Tags:   Ryan dyar lightning thunderstorm storm sunset nevada Oregon playa desert


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