Marc Adamus quote: “Never satisfied with campgrounds or camping-designated areas, I took off down an unmarked dirt road and then a jeep trail…”.

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 The Marc Adamus LIES 2.0 MANIFESTO PSA series

This quote was retrieved from the Marc Adamus MANIFESTO. The pertinent section was reviewed here on Marc Adamus LIES 2.0.


So much for Marc Adamus’ “concern” for wilderness or natural areas. Just to look like someone completely obsessed with wilderness, he trampled on virgin ground to make a point: 

Marc Adamus is so good and holy that ordinary, developed camping spots, good enough for us mere mortals, isn’t good enough for someone who “At only 29 he is arguably the most talented photographer working today.” [actual quote from Marc Adamus; read more here]

With this kind of evidence, straight from Marc Adamus’ big mouth (understatement of the century, actually), who can possibly believes that Marc Adamus gives a flying crap about nature or wilderness? All he cares about is sounding the trumpets in honor of himself.
And here is our PSA regarding this matter:

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Marc Adamus quote: “Within seconds of waking, I’m simultaneously brewing coffee on the back step of my rig and scouting with camera, long lens and tripod in hand”.

A Marc Adamus LIE/Quote

 The Marc Adamus LIES 2.0 MANIFESTO PSA series

This quote was retrieved from the Marc Adamus MANIFESTO. The pertinent section was reviewed here on Marc Adamus LIES 2.0.

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Part nine of our analysis of the Marc Adamus Manifesto, “One way to Photograph North America”.

Part nine of our analysis of the Marc Adamus Manifesto, “One way to Photograph North America”.

 

Part eight of our analysis of the Marc Adamus Manifesto, “One way to Photograph North America”.

See Part One here.  See Part Two here. See Part Three here. See Part Four here.  See Part Five here. See Part Six here. See Part seven here. See Part eight here.

Here at Marc Adamus LIES 2.0, we have to say that Marc Adamus has really outdone himself with his latest expose. We’re certain that a better example of empty boasts, flowery rhetoric, and outright bullshit won’t be found for some time (maybe ever). Since Marc Adamus just can’t help himself, the manifesto also contains a great number of lies, unsubstantiated boasts, and some useful information that casts a new light on who Marc really is. Part nine of this multi-part series:

16. At that point, I could have shelled out the $1700 for that helicopter after all and gained quick access back into the range once the storm cleared. But the reality of Arctic winter had set in. Once everything freezes and gets snowed under, finding the type of deep, dynamic landscape images I had hoped for combined with the Aurora were rare if not impossible to find. It was a wind and snow scoured land more bleak than I imagined the surface of the moon to be. There was a very, very short window where one can capture the type of images I'd envisioned and I'd already missed it. Next year, I'll try again earlier in the season. There can't be more than a one or two week window to capture the place the way I had wanted. But at that point, I figured my efforts would be best concentrated in the lower country where the big rivers had still yet to freeze and I might find some trees with new snow on them - anything to give the viewer a sense of both a place of great beauty and the aurora, should I be fortunate enough to capture it.

 “….At that point, I could have shelled out the $1700 for that helicopter after all and gained quick access back into the range once the storm cleared…”: How many photo tours does Marc have to sell to make $1700?

“…But the reality of Arctic winter had set in…”: Didn’t Marc know this before setting out? Guess not.

“…Once everything freezes and gets snowed under, finding the type of deep, dynamic landscape images I had hoped for comined with the Aurora were rare if not impossible to find…” There’s Marc again, bullshitting with his favorite terms: “deep”, “dynamic”.

“…It was a wind and snow scoured land more bleak than I imagined the surface of the moon to be...”: What? We all know what the surface of the moon looks like; we don’t need Marc’s imagination to help us. What a load of Grade A bullshit! 

“….There was a very, very short window where one can capture the type of images I’d envisioned and I’d already missed it …”:  Poor baby. We suppose it was a thirty second (or less) window in which Marc would take 7 exposures [laughter].

“…..Next year, I’ll try again earlier in the season …”:  Whatever.

“…There can’t be more than a one or two week window to capture the place the way I had wanted.…”: “The way I had wanted”…what a crock of shit. ME! I! I WANT! It’s all about what Marc wants. 

“…But at that point, I figured my efforts would be best concentrated in the lower country where the big rivers had still yet to freeze and I might find some trees with new snow on them…”: Poor Marc, he couldn’t go “high, light, and wild” this time!

“…anything to give the viewer a sense of both a place of great beauty and the aurora, should I be fortunate enough to capture it…”: Translation: I need something to impress the bozos back home on photo.net.

17. I returned to the town of Dawson City to wait out what turned out to be several days of snowfall and valley clouds which precluded shooting the lights, while camping in an abandoned-for-the-season campground nearby. I found the town itself to be fascinating - the closest thing to the year 1900 on this continent I had ever seen. Surrounded still by extensive mining claims, as it was in Jack London's day, you simply rounded a bend in the river along the Klondike Highway and there it was.

 “…I returned to the town of Dawson City to wait out what turned out to be several days of snowfall and valley clouds which precluded shooting the lights …”: Hey, doesn’t Marc supposedly love the storm?

“…while camping in an abandoned-for-the-season campground nearby…”: Of course, Marc always makes a point of mentioning that he didn’t spend “a single night” in a hotel on his trips.

“…the closest thing to the year 1900 on this continent I had ever seen…”: While Marc pretends to hate technology in his other manifestos, here he is looking down his nose at the people in this town. 

See part 10 of this extensive series soon.

Part eight of our analysis of the Marc Adamus Manifesto, “One way to Photograph North America”.

Part eight of our analysis of the Marc Adamus Manifesto, “One way to Photograph North America”.

 

Part eight of our analysis of the Marc Adamus Manifesto, “One way to Photograph North America”.

See Part One here.  See Part Two here. See Part Three here. See Part Four here.  See Part Five here. See Part Six here. See Part seven here.
 Here at Marc Adamus LIES 2.0, we have to say that Marc Adamus has really outdone himself with his latest expose. We’re certain that a better example of empty boasts, flowery rhetoric, and outright bullshit won’t be found for some time (maybe ever). Since Marc Adamus just can’t help himself, the manifesto also contains a great number of lies, unsubstantiated boasts, and some useful information that casts a new light on who Marc really is. Part eight of this multi-part series:

14. What could I do? It's an amazing place and I had just spent two hard-earned days getting there. I had 15 more days in the region before I needed to head down to Washington to conduct another photo tour. I considered yelling, crying, whatever... I just couldn't. It was futile. What good would it do? I simply looked up and stared at the peaks. I couldn't eat dinner. Nothing. I just sat there, trying to grasp the enormity of the predicament and the decision to continue or not with the trip, without camera. I suppose it beat breaking a leg or something. Barely. Of course, a sparkling display of northern lights kicked up shortly thereafter.

 “….What could I do? It’s an amazing place and I had just spent two hard-earned days getting there…”: What could he do? Well, supposedly, Marc just enjoys being out in “Wilderness”. Clearly, that isn’t actually the case. 

“…I had 15 more days in the region before I needed to head to down to Washington to conduct another photo tour…”: Of course. It always comes back to more photo tours. It’s what pays Marc’s bills, but still. 

“…I considered yelling, crying, whatever…I just couldn’t. It was futile. What good would it do?…” According to Marc, he enjoys being in “wilderness”. Heck, he’s even claimed he “wished” he didn’t have to carry his camera. Well, Marc just got his wish!

“…I simply looked up and stared at the peaks. I couldn’t eat dinner. Nothing...”: Poor Marc. He loves Wilderness so much that when he’s finally alone in Wilderness, without the encumbrance of modern electronics, he just couldn’t eat his dinner. 

“….I just sat there, trying to grasp the enormity of the predicament and the decision to continue or not with the trip, without camera …”:  Poor baby. It was simply such a relief, not carrying his camera, which he never wanted to do in the first place, that Marc just sat there, trying to grasp the enormity of the freedom of no longer having a camera!

“…..I suppose it beat breaking a leg or something. Barely …”:  Well, not having a camera sure beats having a camera, especially when you don’t want to carry one in the first place (if you didn’t have to) [laughter].

“…Of course, a sparkling display of northern lights kicked up shortly thereafter.…”: Note how Marc makes no reference to the beauty of the display or his appreciation of it. We know, he’s still recovering from the shock of no longer being weighed down by the heavy responsibility of carrying a camera and showing the world how He envisions the incredible light He, and only He, sees.

15. At the end of the day, I reasoned, I'm a professional nature photographer. That's what I get paid to do and this trip had already consumed a huge amount of resources and time. I decided I can't be justified in spending the remainder of my days here wandering around without any means to capture the place. I was here just long enough to realize what incredible potential there is, and I will return soon enough.

I spent an incredibly arduous part of two additional days making my way back out of the range, this time electing to maneuver my way across and wallow through a combination of sharp, wind-swept talus slope and deep snow drifts along a high ridge rather than do battle with the willows in the valley again. As I did, the weather kept getting worse. I made it out just in time, as snow was again falling and the wind howling.

 “…At the end of the day, I reasoned, I’m a professional nature photographer…”: LIE. Marc Adamus isn’t a professional nature photographer. Real nature photographers don’t make their money through photography workshops or photo tours.

“…That’s what I get paid to do …”: No, he gets paid to lead a bunch of deluded, fame-lusting bozos around, holding their hands and teaching them how to be frauds like himself.

“…and this trip had already consumed a huge amount of resources and time…”: Honestly, it didn’t seem that this trip had cost that much or consumed that much money.

“…I decided I can’t be justified in spending the remainder of my days here wandering around without any means to capture the place…”: And here we have it. The ultimate truth about Marc Adamus, right from his own mouth. After all the blabber, all the bullshit about loving just being in “wilderness”, it all comes down to this. If he doesn’t have a camera (something he says he doesn’t want to carry anyway), he can’t even enjoy being out in the wild. Of course, a real photographer would carry a backup in the form of a point and shoot of some sort, something that could afford photographic ability in an emergency. But frauds always denigrate P&S cameras, because to them, the vision is irrelevant. All that matters is that the stolen image was taken with a 5D mark II, 16-35mm F2.8 mark II, and at F22, with multiple blends for focus and exposure (of course). 

“…I was here just long enough to realize what incredible potential there is, and I will return soon enough.…”: More bullshit. Marc just didn’t want to admit that he couldn’t stand being there without a camera.

“…I spent an incredibly arduous part of two additional days making my way back out of the range, this time electing to maneuver my way across and wallow through a combination of sharp, wind-swept talus slope and deep snow drifts along a high ridge rather than do 

battle with the willows in the valley again...”: Marc has claimed that it took him 8 hours and 2 days to hike in. Which one is it? Bear in mind that the lake is only 8 miles in with minimal snowfall on the ground.

“…As I did, the weather kept getting worse. I made it out just in time, as snow was again falling and the wind howling.…”: What’s with the “just in time”? When Marc has his camera around (which he does not want to “have” to carry, by the way), he’s always bullshitting about running into the storm. Now he’s escaping just as a storm comes right in! What’s that, the weather’s not enjoyable without a 1ds Mark III or a 5D Mark II?

See part 9 of this extensive series soon.

Part seven of our analysis of the Marc Adamus Manifesto, “One way to Photograph North America”.

Part seven of our analysis of the Marc Adamus Manifesto, “One way to Photograph North America”.

 

Part seven of our analysis of the Marc Adamus Manifesto, “One way to Photograph North America”.

See Part One here.  See Part Two here. See Part Three here. See Part Four here.  See Part Five here. See Part Six here.
 Here at Marc Adamus LIES 2.0, we have to say that Marc Adamus has really outdone himself with his latest expose. We’re certain that a better example of empty boasts, flowery rhetoric, and outright bullshit won’t be found for some time (maybe ever). Since Marc Adamus just can’t help himself, the manifesto also contains a great number of lies, unsubstantiated boasts, and some useful information that casts a new light on who Marc really is. Part seven of this multi-part series:


13. It turned out to be quite a nice sunset that evening which I photographed from the only open hole in the lake before clouding up for much of the night, precluding any aurora photography. In this region, the aurora appears nearly every clear night - one just has to get a clear night in winter, not summer, as the midnight sun keeps things too bright at night the rest of the year. The forecast had been good for the first few days of my travels but I came to believe that the meteorologists in this region actually just roll dice to determine the forecasts. The weather held into the next day, however, and I reluctantly shouldered the pack again and made my way for the drifted slopes above, over the pass and slid down the backside towards Divide Lake, which, in the northern shadows of the most spectacular peaks, was 100 percent frozen. Due to the terrain again being more grueling than anticipated, I decided I'd just camp there for the night. I couldn't find the energy to move further down to the river valley below, and besides, there were some interesting fissures in the ice that might make for something of foreground interest in a landscape photograph looking up at the amazing, sheer spikes of granite towering over the opposing shore. Above all else, I really wanted to both capture the Aurora and the landscape in cohesive, dynamic fashion. That was something I had rarely seen before and was beginning to realize why.

 “….It turned out to be quite a nice sunset that evening…”: Actually, the image he took sucks, and it was distorted and destroyed by the obsession with super-wide that Marc Adamus is so proud.

“…precluding any aurora photography…”: Aww, is the One disappointed. Doesn’t the weather know who He is?!

“…I came to believe that the meteorologists in this region actually just roll dice to determine the forecasts…” Well, of course. Without Marc’s expertise in climate forecasting, what are these pure guys to do?

“…I couldn’t find the energy to move further down to the river valley below, and besides, there were some interesting fissures in the ice that might make for something of foreground interest in a landscape photograph...”: Even Superman has to take breaks. OK, that was lowbrow.

“….the amazing, sheer spikes of granite towering over the opposing shore…”:  By the time Marc gets done blurring the clouds, blending 7 different exposures (all in 30 seconds or less, of course), and shooting at 14mm, the whole thing would have been unrecognizable. 

“…..Above all else, I really wanted to both capture the Aurora and the landscape in cohesive, dynamic fashion…”:  Bet you anything that every propaganda master loves words like “dynamic” and “cohesive”, especially to describe their own drivel.

“…That was something I had rarely seen before and was beginning to realize why…”: Poor Marc, the weather simply didn’t want to cooperate. What’s a Famous person to do?

14. Sunset clouds were beginning to materialize over the peaks and I was hoping it wouldn't cloud over entirely again when I went down to the ice for some photography. I took out the camera, put it on the tripod and turned it on. It didn't come on. It didn't come on?!!!
"OK, dont panic," I thought to myself. I took out the battery and then put it back in. Nothing. I looked for ice on the contacts, tried a different battery, tried warming the entire system in my sleeping bag. Still nothing. Now I began to panic! Here I was, in literally the most remote place I had ever been which had taken the most time and expense I have ever expended to reach, on the second night of a two week backpacking trip as a professional photographer and I had NO CAMERA! After three flawless years of devoted service, my Canon 1Ds III would never come on again and today it sits in Canon's repair facility. Obviously, I could not have taken a back-up due to the weight constraints of such a trip. I have known mountaineers who had cut off the end of a toothbrush to save weight on similar outings, so another 2-pound body was out of the question. Some good that would do me.

 “…I took out the camera, put it on the tripod and turned it on. It didn’t come on. It didn’t come on?!!!…”: Hey, Marc has said before that he wishes he didn’t even “have” to carry a camera. Suddenly he gets his wish, and panic settles in?

“…OK, don’t panic,” I thought to myself…”: Hey, Marc doesn’t want to carry or use a camera. Now’s his chance. Why the panic (laughter)?

“…I took out the battery and then put it back in. Nothing. I looked for ice on the contacts, tried a different battery, tried warming the entire system in my sleeping. Still nothing…”: For someone who doesn’t “even want to carry a camera”, Marc’s sure trying to get his to work (laughter).

“…Now I began to panic…”: And Marc Adamus LIES 2.0 begins to laugh. It’s so obvious now that all of the “I don’t want to even carry a camera” horseshit was just that. Of course, a real photographer always carries a point & shoot (what!) as a backup, knowing that composition is what makes a great image, not 20 megapixels or 20 blended exposures. But Marc will only carry his fancy camera gear. All photography frauds identify with a contempt for compact cameras. 

“…Here I was, in literally the most remote place I had ever been which had taken the most time and expense I had ever expended to reach…”: Hey, Marc says that kind of bullshit about every trip he ever takes. 

“…on the second night of a two week backpacking trip as a professional photographer and I had NO CAMERA!...”: Marc’s not a professional photographer, first of all. He sells fake photography workshops & photo tours. And why did he have to add the whole “professional photographer” thing in there anyway? If you listen to his bullshit, he pretends that he just enjoys hiking and “sharing” his images with us.

“…After three flawless years of devoted service, my Canon 1Ds III would never come on again and today it sits in Canon's repair facility …”: If Marc had any brains, he’d carry a point and shoot camera like real pro’s do, just in case. A P&S image is better than no image at all, but perhaps not when you can’t bullshit about F22, 16 bit blends, and all the other bullshit that losers like Adrian Klein, David Cobb, and Ryan Dyar jerk off to.

“…Obviously, I could not have taken a back-up due to the weight constraints of such a trip…”: Marc would sure have been glad to have a Canon Powershot or even an iPhone camera, like, say, Chase Jarvis. Again, it’s the photographer that counts, not the particular body you’re using. Besides, Marc is lying about the 80 pound pack and bullshitting about the supposed difficulty of this hike.

“…I have known mountaineers who had cut off the end of a toothbrush to save weight on similar outings…”: Bullshit. Marc doesn’t know any mountaineers. He just likes using the term “mountaineer” to suggest that he is one too. And no one will be cutting off toothbrush handles on an 8 mile hike. 

“…so another 2-pound body was out of the question. Some good that would do me…”:  Again, a real professional would carry a light body such as an advanced P&S that could substitute for the main camera, just in case. But Marc isn’t a professional photographer (he just sells fake workshops & photo tours), and clearly doesn’t have any experience with real cold weather. It’s easy to write a bunch of shit about how much you like winter when the fancy REI gear is working, but let that heated jacket fail, for example, and you find out who is the fake and who is the real thing (hint: it’s not Marc).

See part 8 of this soon to be extensive series soon.