Evening Sends is the bridge between day and night, between the light and dark sides of climbing. It is a cousin to the Rock and Ice column “Tuesday Night Bouldering,” related in its celebration of the irreverent farce that is climbing, while simultaneously maintaining that nothing is more important and sacred than it. Evening Sends is nuanced, like the evening itself: Faded heavy light. The newness of dusk. The impossibility of what lies ahead. It is climbing in the Arsenal on Sunday night. A time to let loose. Drink a beer and send something.
On the surface, Evening Sends is my blog and the online source for some of my writing. Eventually, it will become more. It is my goal for Evening Sends to become the journal, the hub for all the insanely creative and talented thinkers and creators who participate in this sport.
I write as well. I write because, like climbing, I must. I no longer ask why or if it is right. Writing is a routine, a daily practice, yoga for my conscious. It is also a job. I work as a senior editor at Rock and Ice magazine, and have written one book: a how-to sport climb book. Beyond that, I just write because I enjoy it.
Everyone searches for a way to express him and herself. What I’ve learned from being an editor and an author is that people just want to be heard. We want to be acknowledged, though not because we are insecure. We want to be heard, mostly by ourselves. A child likes to bang on pots and make noise simply because he can. There is great comfort in knowing that we exist. Life is all about finding the pots that we like to bang, and then banging on them until we can gain the experience and channel our creativity in such a way that soon, those pots sound like music. Without these pots, it’s difficult to know who you are, or that you exist. Climbing and writing are simply my pots.
Please feel free to contact me: andrewbisharat@gmail.com
Venezuela. Photo: Boone Speed
