I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Unexpected blessings are the habanero of life. The other day I was in a bit of a debbie downer mood and it was super calm and foggy out. So, I figured I’d bundle up and take my standup out on Lake Washington before sunset. Well, while I was paddling out, a photographer named Bill Pusztai happened to be on shore. He yelled to ask if it was ok if he took some pics of me paddling out into the fog. I (of course) yelled back yes, while spelling out my email address so he could send me some pics…

And voila…it turns out Bill has some serious skills. These are definitely print out and frame worthy. The paddle happened to be rather amazing too. I was the only person on the lake, it was glassy, and when the fog lifted, the colors were spectacular. I even laid down to soak it all in.

The only thing I forgot were some booties.

Thanks so much for the pics Bill.

…and thank you God for the blessings that come at just the right time.

Photos (C) Bill Pusztai 2013

Wetsuit and Jacket by Roxy.



Holi Shit takes a team of freerunners, geared up with a bunch of “toys” which were as great to play with as they are to watch in slow motion and follows their adventures through the abandoned suburbs of Berlin.

During their three days journey, the freerunners and camera crew got lost more than once on the endless highways outside of Berlin Brandenburg. We also realized that the most interesting abandoned places are not only well concealed, but are well guarded by security and police. Ignoring those signs of warning the next days were packed with thrilling moments of spectacular runs and tricks but also, getting chased by ghost hunters at midnight, and getting arrested by the police while shooting a drone shot with smoke grenades on top of the tallest building in the area. Obviously not a good idea!

Every big city has one thing in common. After a while it is quite hard to get out of a place filled with so much energy. Chasing those abandoned buildings and feeling the calmness of a place once filled with so much life was truly inspirational.

All the episodes were really part of our family history. All of them, without exception. The only made up episode is the illness of the narrator, the author (whom we do not see on the screen)… You are asking whether this kind of creation, this creating of one’s own world—is this truth? Well, it is truth of course but as refracted through my memory. Consider for example my childhood home which we filmed, which you see in the film—this is a set. That is, the house was reconstructed in precisely the same spot where it had stood before, many years ago. What was left there was a… not even the foundation, only a hole that had once contained it. And precisely at this spot the house was rebuilt, reconstructed from photographs. This was extremely important to me—not because I wanted to be a naturalist of some kind but because my whole personal attitude toward the film’s content depended upon it; it would have been a personal drama for me if the house had looked different. Of course the trees have grown a lot at this place, everything overgrew, we had to cut down a lot. But when I brought my mom there, who appears in several sequences, she was so moved by this sight that I understood immediately it created the right impression…

I owe everything mainly to my mother. It was she who helped me find myself. And even in the film one can clearly see our living conditions were very tough, very difficult. Such were the times. Then my mother was left alone, I was 3 years old, my sister 1 year and a half and mother was bringing us up simply all the way, she never married, she was always with us. She didn’t marry for the second time, she loved her husband, my father, all her life. She was an amazing woman, really a saint.

Andrei Tarkovsky