The Atlantic, An Old World Crossing, Part II

As the storm raged, 30 foot waves slammed into the bowsprit. The bow cleavered the ocean like butter, rising to the challenge of the seas constant onslaught. The rise and fall of the hull being compensated for by our rhythmic flexing at the knees. Everyone bending and leaning in synchronicity like puppets, all the while maintaining a grasp on something solid.

The Atlantic, An Old World Crossing, Part I

The ship was rolling beyond the point of where it was capable of recovering……..

Autumn, on the Arctic Circle, Chapter 4

“Sow, Watching Me Watch Her” Jasper Nat. Park, Alberta

The further North we progressed into the Yukon, the more apparent it was that the wildlife was far more abundant here than in southern Canada. I imagine that this is largely a result of the sheer lack of human presence up here. Often we would drive for a hour or more without seeing another vehicle, making our adventure feel more like we were experiencing some of the true wilderness that Canada has to offer.

Autumn, on the Arctic Circle, Chapter 3

“Waning Light”

As we begin to head North on the Stewart- Cassiar Highway we will be going from Northern B.C. into Southern Yukon. As I had mentioned before, we have been encountering a lot of weather and not really getting the continuous photo opportunities that we had been hoping for. Never the less, when we encountered a break in the clouds, and the continuous deluge of rain paused for a moment, we made the best of it. Sometimes coming up with the unique images only rendered from exactly these types of situations. Sun pouring through dark and moody clouds, glancing off the distant lakes reflective surface, highlighting the far shore with saturated color. This is the type of situation I wait for, camera ready, for it usually doesn’t last long.

Moricetown Falls

Telkwa Village, BC – Home of the Wet’suwet’en reserve

Native Fisherman netting a salmon

Our quest to leave the rain behind us had not been as successful as planned, until a few days of driving later where we came upon the bustling activity at the Moricetown Falls, on the Bulkley River Just north of Smitters B.C. Everybody was there it seemed. The local constabulary, kids, grandparents and the inevitable coterie of dogs milling about looking for a freebie salmon head.

Autumn on the Arctic Circle – Chapter 1

Two years ago, I spent a few weeks in the Yukon territories a bit later in the year then I did this time around. We decided to go back up there a month earlier this time round to make sure that we caught the full expression of the fall colors. Because the seasons are shorter, the further north you go the earlier the fall season starts, much earlier than in the southern climes.

Columbia Ice Fields, a Ravens View – Part 3

Funny enough, the one thing I had not considered at all, at the time, was that I needed to direct the pilot in the direction that I thought would give the best vantage point. Then get him to rotate the Jet Ranger with the right orientation, all the while, adjusting your F stop, shutter speed, filters and whatever else the situation required.

Columbia Ice Fields, a Ravens View – Part 2

So, with the blades whopping overhead and the pilot crackling instructions into our head phones we lofted into the crisp mountainous atmosphere leaving the mist to the valleys below. As we ascended I can see that the photo gods are indeed with us. It looks like it will be a spectacular adventure complete with stunning lighting streaming through the broken overcast.

Columbia Ice Fields, a Ravens View – Part 1

Early in September, Debbie and I took it upon ourselves to hire a helicopter to fly over the central portion of the Columbia Ice Fields, deep into Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada.

Paddling deep into the Badlands – Day Two.

Drew, being the “up and at them” kind of guy was kicking at our tent guy wires long before the sun had risen. Good thing, as I am not prone to getting up this early normally. As we peeked out the frost laden tent fly with sparkles of frozen breath descending on my face, I could see it was going to be a fantastic morning for some early photos.

Steve waiting for the sun

Crawling out of our slanted and lumpy sleeping situation, we had to stretch out some of the nights kinks being a lot older now then when we had done a lot more of this rustic style of camping.