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Before you read, remember this: Independent editorial isn’t free. If you enjoy this article, please consider creating an account<\/a> to support our journalism so we can keep going.<\/b><\/p>\n Beau Miles<\/a> likes the idea of people driving past him with absolutely no idea what is going on.<\/p>\n Miles films contemplative adventures into the outdoors that combine the absurdist existential humor of Bill Murray with Van Gogh\u2019s affinity for landscape, an artist to whom he bears more than a passing resemblance.<\/p>\n Miles\u2019 father was a painter, a hand-to-mouth artist for 50 some-odd years. Miles witnessed the hard work his parents put into making a living. \u201cMy mom and dad worked their ass off their entire life.\u201d Divergently, Miles works in many mediums. He\u2019s a writer, a filmmaker, a carpenter, an ultrarunner, an adventurer. It\u2019s hard to put a finger on any one label. He\u2019ll adamantly deny being excellent at anything, just good at a lot of things. But, overall, you could say that Miles is an expert in the prideful art of self-reliance. [Listen to this episode of the podcast<\/a>].<\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019m petrified of dying in 50 years without having done stuff.\u201d<\/strong><\/h2>\n