Ian McGee

Some big ass trees.

Our galaxy from Sequoia National Park.
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As a photographer and documentary filmmaker I could never imagine clearing the rim with any semblance of style like the boys The Basketball movement . Nor could I fathom hosting a party like Nathan Green and Mindy Anderson Green hosted last night for the 4th of July. It turns out when you make good friends and happen to have a camera in your hand your photos start to resemble something that some might classify as “AI”. But this was real. It was hard work. It was American. I don’t care what anybody says, I love this country.
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Can’t believe my oldest just turned 10 years old. I sure love being his dad and all the fun adventures that come along with the job.

A boy and his knife.

Dan & Josie drove this truck 2500 miles from Oregon to Springfield, Ohio to sling steel from their tailgate like old time preachers with a gospel to sell. Except the good word was . There’s something special about folks who don’t just collect vintage rigs, but live in them.

Oden the Great doing great things in great places with great vibes.

Somewhere between a thunderstorm and a s’more the size of a catcher’s mitt, we became explorers. We bivouacked under leaky tents (morale stayed high, socks were damp). We wielded pool noodle sabers against Sith Lords of questionable rank. We scaled ancient rock formations en route to a place ominously called Devil’s Kitchen. It was glorious. In the forest, we studied limestone and dolomite like junior geologists with clipboards (imaginary, but real in spirit). We memorized canopy and understory trees...white oak, sycamore, maybe a black walnut if you squint just right. We ate Yoda ears. We consumed Ewok grahams. We constructed Tie Fighter s’mores. Han-Sandwiches were... controversial. Slingshot droid hunting was highly effective. Jedi vs Sith capture-the-flag was a chaotic masterpiece. We studied rainbow trout and the mysteries of Roaring River Spring, the 20th deepest spring in the country, and, crucially, the deepest unexplored one. Somewhere down there, a secret surely sleeps. By the end, our friendships were stronger, our knowledge deeper, our secret handshake game was stronger, and our socks only slightly less wet.
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Ten years back, I found myself at Champion Studio staring through a still camera lens at while he pieced together a bike that looked like it had escaped from a Rube Goldberg dream sequence by way of California Minimalism. was there too, quietly dialing in a frame on the same camera that he had captured some of the most elevated skate films and music videos I had ever seen, probably unaware that just by doing what he does, he was rewiring something in my brain. I was just a kid with a camera, trying not to get in the way. That day, something shifted. I felt it. , another extremely heavy hitter on the project that I felt fortunate to work with put it, “you flipped the switch on your photography”. Now, a decade later, I can still feel the charge. Still grateful I got to orbit that kind of creative gravity.
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New Scout Story with a photo series I shot for and just went live. Thanks for having me !