02-06-2018, 07:43 AM
Sean was one of the nicest people I have ever met. The day I met him, he came to my aid and helped me in a way I will never forget. Someday maybe I will tell that story. Others were standing around...Sean saw that I was in trouble and immediately came to my aid and didn't let up until we were literally out of the woods.
For now, suffice it to say he was beloved by all. A risk taker, for sure, but he knew the risks. This was a freak occurrence during an inherently dangerous activity.
He was a great photographic artist which is all the more sweet because he found this artistic calling later in life. He excelled at it.
He was a vivid, adventurous, full-blown Punatic who loved our land with an unusual intensity that took him close to the flame. He was a bullfighter, always dancing just out of reach of danger.....dancing "beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free...silhoutted by the sea....circled by the circus sands...with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves..."
From that same song:
Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of....... crazy sorrow
Thank you, Sean. You are part of the myth of the mountain now.
For now, suffice it to say he was beloved by all. A risk taker, for sure, but he knew the risks. This was a freak occurrence during an inherently dangerous activity.
He was a great photographic artist which is all the more sweet because he found this artistic calling later in life. He excelled at it.
He was a vivid, adventurous, full-blown Punatic who loved our land with an unusual intensity that took him close to the flame. He was a bullfighter, always dancing just out of reach of danger.....dancing "beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free...silhoutted by the sea....circled by the circus sands...with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves..."
From that same song:
Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of....... crazy sorrow
Thank you, Sean. You are part of the myth of the mountain now.