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Canoe Trip

It is that time of year when the websites of the world compile and share ‘best of’ lists. Like best albums of 2017, the most searched words on Google, and plenty of things you didn’t know could be worth your attention until it was already taken from you.

 

Well allow us to pile on, if we may, as we’ve just gotten some film back from our most recent canoe trip, a trip which happens every year and is always documented in some way. We found it fitting, though, to bend the rules slightly and put all of the many years’ canoe memories in one place.

 

You’ll notice different colors in different pictures, because they were taken with different films at different times of year. But they’re all from times spent canoeing on the Shenandoah River or the James River, two important rivers in Virginia, which lead to the ocean, a route which one day we will complete.

But for now, I somehow find hope in knowing that, on this year’s list of oceans, the original* list of 5 remain**.

 

* original referring to the major oceans of the anthropocene

** remain referring strictly to the number of oceans, not to their rapidly changing natures

 

But this is about our love for rivers damn it!

 

Enjoy.

 

Photos by John Schengber and TJ Rinoski

Words by John Schengber

 

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