Music Rocks My World

Concerts have an energy all their own. They breath, beat, and scream their own emotions. People are in a trance, captivated by the power of Music. I love music; good music resonates inside us and gives voice to our souls. Concerts amplify those vibrations through the collective experience of the crowd. Here's some pictures of rockstars.



Michael Franti at the Lake Eden Arts Festival


Pebbles and Bam Bam? I don't remember... but these is Rock Stars fer shur!


Chattham Co. Line. Genuine unadulturated North Carolina Bluegrass anyone?


Scott Avett of the Avett Brothers.


Seth Avett, darker brother.


Keller Williams, with the Keller Willams show on behind him.


Jackie Green. Very Talented.


Yonder Mountain String Band, a bluegrass Jambori!


Just watch~


The Gourds; and Snoop blesses their Gin and Juice cover.


At the Northwest Strings Summit. On stage: Yonder.


Peacock Feathers at Horning's Hideout, for the Strings Summit.


Best concert of the year goes to Acron Family, who ROCKED the Doug Fir in Portland.


Acron Family... I'd never heard of them either.


Mark and the mighty No Go Know.


Michael Pann, musician extraordinair.

The Infatiguable West: More Adventures

I never really settled in out West. Even while I lived at the Goodness Collective I kept on the go. There was so much to see and no time to waste!


Crater Lake from the Watchman Mountain and the view from my campsite.


Wizard Island at Crater Lake in eerie dawn light.


Forest Fires haze the dawn at incomparable Glacier National Park, Montana.


Only at Glacier.


A Marmot.


The last picture before my camera battery died and I did not have a spare, day 1 of a 3 day backpacking trip. Heartbreak.


Wheat Fields in Idaho.


Oregon's very own Painted Hills at John Day Fossil Bed.


Two of the Three Sisters outside of Bend, OR. Our backyard mountains at 10k plus.


Tear Drop Lake at the summit of the mighty South Sister, OR.


The Monkey's Face at Smith Rock, my climbing playground for the summer.


Chelsea decends the long, free, double-rope rappel off the Monkey's Face. Long way down!

The Three Burns's Sight Seeing Co.

The last time Mom, Rachel, and I were all together was in California on my 25th birthday. We spent the day hiking in the magnificent Redwood National Park, and the last two weeks traveling as a threesome around Norther California and Oregon. We're an odd trio, but mostly I'm the odd one out. I let go of my long individualized travel style and tried to enjoy the life of hotel rooms and roadside attractions. The Great Northwest provided plenty to look at along the way.



We settled for a 4th of July firewords display that was not of our own production.


My sister the Pathologist looks intellectually at an inspiring portrait of death at the Sacromento Art Museum.


Mother the tour guide at Another Roadside Attraction.


Mom and Rachel at the Dee Wright Observatory on the McKenzie pass with the North Sister in the background.


Mom investigate the walls of this several mile long Lava Tube.


Newberry Falls with Indian Paintrbush.


Proxy Falls, the most beautiful waterfall with the ugliest name.


The Maple Understory.


A cuddly lookin' Harbor Seal on the Oregon Coast.


Mom and Rachel pick up smooth, colorful rocks on the North California coast.


From our hotel room at Crescent City, CA. Can't complain.


Rachel at the foot of a Giant Redwood, Redwood National Park.


We hiked through the Giant Redwoods down to the coast. I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend my birthday. Who knows when the three of us will be together again!

Yellow's Story

I didn't always travel alone. At work Cameron Lucas and I schemed up an ambitious plan for our time off: road trip Red Rocks, Vegas, the Grand Canyon, Pheonix, and Joshua Tree in 11 days. It was a surly itinerary including much rock climbing, backpacking, and skydiving. Our vehicle for the journey was Cameron's trusty VW Wesfalia Van named Yellow, and a good time was had by all.


The Red Rocks Rendezvous rock climbing convention was happening at Red Rocks, our first stop.


Cameron placing gear on a sweet diheadral at Red Rocks.


The Team Name that says it all.


Backpacking the Grand Canyon: 3 days and 2 nights of a dream come true.


Wear Sunscrean.


Definately a rush; woah.


Arizona Desert and endless highways.


Multi Pitching at Joshua Tree, soo beautiful.

So I Went West

Eventually higher mountains and bigger wildernesses got the better of me, and I had to see the Great West. It was a simple plan: live in my car, travel the West, take pictures, and work Wilderness Therapy half the time. It was sweet; when I wasn't working I drove around and camped out and visited national parks and saw old friends. I drove many miles and crashed many couches until eventually, 6 months later, I unpacked my car and moved into a house in Bend, OR.



Me old AustraLearn Maties!! Our Reunion in Portland for New Years.


A Waterfall in the Columbia River Gorge sillouhettes Alex on a hike.


The Southern Oregon Coast from my Secret Pulloff Campsite on Highway 1.


Sea Anenome. Cooool.


The kind Northern California Coastline.


A bon fire in Arcata, CA with Old Friends and Firefighters Angela and Sika.


I got a thrill riding my trusty Bianchi over the Golden Gate; Hell Yeah wouldn't you!?


Katie Morton shows me how Grad Students at Berkeley party and sinks the winning beer pong shot.


This just about sums up Santa Cruz.


Home Sweet Home, you know it!