Yosemite High Sierra Traverse - A few B&W disposable film camera shots.
Cory Richards was recently in Vancouver speaking at VIMFF and before his flight back home he sat down for an interview with James Frystak and Brent Seal to discuss mental health, the outdoors, Everest and more. I was taking some BTS photos for them and managed to sneak in a few portraits of Cory. Due to timing and location the best spot for light ended up being in front of the women's washroom. A few times someone would walk out and it would be a little awkward but we all had a good laugh about it. I was pretty happy with the results, I have been working on developing my portrait skills lately and appreciate his time. If you have never heard of him check out his work, talented fellow.
With the intention of gaining new perspectives, exploring unfamiliar places and escaping the winter weather at home some friends (Sterling Taylor, Jason Alexander and Hayley Gendron) and I decided to book a last minute flight to El Potrero Chico, a sport-climbing paradise in Mexico. Hundreds of millions of years ago there was a vast, shallow inland sea that spanned across a huge portion of North America. After a series of disturbances caused by the North American and Pacific tectonic plates colliding, the earth’s crust produced massive mountain ranges, including the steep limestone slopes of El Potrero Chico. The result being myriad fossils of coral and other sea life that makes for unique and interesting climbing holds. Unfortunately we didn’t have the best weather conditions for the majority of our short trip but we made the most of every moment. On the plus side, the taco truck was always open and we took full advantage!
Prepping for the trip I wanted to be as minimal as possible with gear. I brought the Olympus OM-D E-M10 Mark III kit, M.Zuiko ED 40-150mm f/2.8 PRO, and M.Zuiko ED 7-14mm f2.8 PRO with me because of their lightweight and compact sizes. I was really happy with the results and look forward to bringing this set up with me on some upcoming trips where every ounce of weight counts.
I am thankful for the hard relentless work that is done by The Ocean Legacy Foundation, all of the volunteers and other organizations involved in tackling our oceans plastic problem.
Everytime I go to grab a straw, bottle, utensil or any other unnecessary single use plastic or styrofoam product I am reminded of the devastation that I encountered on Lasqueti Island and ask myself do I really need it? Is there an eco friendly option to replace that item? Of course there are times where it may not be practical but it's important to be aware and question our actions.
Earlier this summer a group of us spent 4 days scouring beaches and coves on the island and in that short period of time we came back with numerous super sacs filled with styrofoam and plastic of all shapes and sizes.
It was very emotional seeing the horrendous state of these places we care about. I never fully understood how bad the problem was until it affected me personally. Our consequences have lasting effects that you don't see once it is no longer your problem.
If you're asking yourself how can you help and be a part of the solution you can find more detailed information here.
For more information on the Ocean Legacy Foundation: They focus on transforming marine debris into a valuable resource. Their long term vision is to assist local and international communities in developing tools such as long term education, shoreline clean-up efforts and plastic-to-fuel technologies.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. If you have 6 minutes to spare please watch the video below to learn more.
Water is the most versatile element, in constant cycle. It moves and transforms with the changes in our seasons. We find ways to play in its diverse forms, from stomping in puddles to surfing, skiing, skating, and in this case kayaking. One thing I love about having an Oru Kayak is that there is a constant desire to push the limits on where and how you use it. My kayak’s versatility mirrors that of water.
Last spring some friends and I had the chance to kayak deep in the frozen backcountry in the southern Garibaldi Ranges of British Columbia. When spring changes to summer in the coast mountain alpine, there is a very short window of time when the frozen glacier lakes begin to thaw, but only on the surface, and only around the perimeter. The result is a network of vibrant turquoise rivers and pools far too dreamlike to be real. But they are, and they make the perfect racetrack for kayaks.
Flying over imposing snow covered peaks with Compass Heli Tours, we were able to get up to this frozen theme park at the perfect time—the day was hot, the ice below still thick, the water like paddling in a blue slurpee. Naturally, we used the kayak as a toboggan on the moraines and snow hills, sliding down and attempting to land smoothly in the freezing pools and streams.
It was a strange juxtaposition; playing and paddling in snow and ice while in shorts and developing weird sunburns (remember to wear sunscreen—everywhere).
It’s a super neat feeling knowing you are the first person to paddle a certain body of water. It’s an even neater feeling if you think about who has potentially interacted with that same water in another part of its cycle throughout history. Aristotle may have bathed in it in Greece while pondering intrinsic forms. The Incas may have used some of it to irrigate their crops. Even if they didn’t, take comfort in knowing that all of the water beneath you was once dinosaur pee.
All things considered, it was a formidable day spent kayaking around massive glaciers and splashing each other with the blue runoff. Honestly, if it weren’t for the photos I would not be convinced it actually happened.
Heli or not, take a day to take advantage of paddling the unique state of water in whichever season you find yourself in!
*Please remember to wear the proper safety gear when you're out on the water, we were foolish for not always wearing life jackets.
Before I was able to make a career out of photography, I used to work in the trades as a plumber/HVAC mechanic. While working a 9-5 I spent countless hours driving every weekend from the prairies to the mountains to take photos and immerse myself in the places that made me the happiest. Recently I had the chance to feature in a new The North Face X Dicks Sporting Goods video with the theme of making the most of your weekends/time away from work. Although my life is a little less structured now and I’m fortunate enough to have my work based around my passions, I could totally relate to the “weekend warrior” role in the video.
For this post I wanted to share some words from my good (and very talented) friend Adam Wells. I feel that he perfectly summed up this trip in the piece below.
"Five friends, four nights, sixty miles through the backcountry of Montana's Glacier National Park. If you've ever wanted to find solitude and simultaneously risk your life to get there, put this up on the list.
Our party was lead by two-thirds of the Cochrane triplets, Andy and Maddy. Maddy knew the park best. She had worked previous summers as a researcher hiking to alpine lakes with scuba gear to study the population of tadpoles and toads in these remote sections of the park. She was our local. Andy was our “okay-so-it-IS-possible" guy. Andy can run a 5 minute mile. And then run 49 more of them. He is fast as shit and consumes physical challenges like a kindergartener opening presents on Christmas morning, overeager, smiling, and focused. So at any point when the going got rough, Andy was first to test the (glacial) waters. He cut out steps across snowdrifts, he ran ahead to scout what was in store, he put his own weight on the sketchiest footholds before ever encouraging us to take the leap. If Andy hadn’t carved the path ahead, it would have gone uncarved and I’d have turned back after day 1.
Greg Balkin, Taylor Burk and I made up the remainder of the party. The camera crew. We were all experienced with hiking, camping and not showering. We were not experienced when it came to traversing Glacier NP. We were in pretty deep over our heads. Later on Andy and Maddy admitted that they were too. Our trajectory took us up and down 10,000' scree fields, over partially melted snow drifts, down mossy waterfalls, and along tiny goat paths hugging cliff bands that dropped far, far, far into the valleys below us. We had to change course on more than one occasion when a route proved impassable. We hiked up a saddle only to realize it looked worse than where we came from and begrudgingly begin the descent back down tracks we had laboriously laid less than an hour ago.
It would be inappropriate not to mention the primary occupant of my mind during the five days of arduous nature loving. Food. More so than my companions, it served as my greatest joy. We had daily rations of cheese, summer sausage and ‘fruit leather’ On the afternoon of day four Andy surprised us with Peach-O’s. It was emotional. Meals were not just nutrients, they were breaks in physical labor, they were opportunities to sit together and laugh and take a minute to look up from our feet and enjoy our own private mountain ranges.
The sun was always still up when we finally got horizontal. We had all agreed to abandon our watches and phones but it had to be around 8 or 9 each evening when the metaphoric lights went out. I had vivid dreams. Despite the physical fatigue my mind was still processing. I was walking on a small sphere, as if the Earth beneath me had been shrunken to the size of a beach ball. As I moved along its surface, gravity betrayed me and let me fall away from the surface, tumbling into space, down into the blue sky below. Over and over again I fell off the Earth and jolted awake. And by many standards I had fallen off the Earth. We were away from all family and friends, completely immersed in our new reality.
From the cliffs of Moab, to the boulders of Joshua Tree, through the Redwoods and into Washington’s Northern Cascades - I’ve had the great fortune of seeing and experiencing a number of landscapes. No single place can be more beautiful than the last. They are too different. The beauty of each is reinforced by the contrasting characteristics of the company it keeps. Variety. The spice of life. Yada yada.
BUT Glacier. To live in it. Not to drive through it. Not to hike for an afternoon or pop into the visitors center. But to live by its rules and fight with its terrain, its plants, and its weather systems. To get so deep into it that we didn’t see another party of humans for three straight days. That is a different kind of appreciation for a place. I didn’t climb the Redwoods, or jump from the cliffs of Moab. But I hiked the mountains in Glacier. I swam in its rivers and lakes. I slept in its valleys. I cautiously paid respect to the animals and the rocks big enough to kill me.
When the time came I happily left, but I left happy."
On November 19th, 2016 thousands gathered at city hall in Vancouver, British Columbia to voice their opposition towards the Kinder Morgan pipeline expansion. I have never photographed anything like this before. Overall it was a great learning experience and provided me with a new desire to become more involved in these type of events. It's inspiring to see so many people stand up for what they believe in.
Learn more about the pipeline here: