I was so sure I had already posted this one. But today I was searching through my gallery to find some photos for a project I’m working on, and it was nowhere to be found. Overall my photos in Yellowstone were mostly a disappointment to me. I just didn’t have enough time, and I wasn’t […]
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Granville Island is a great place to spend an afternoon, but eventually we all have to head home. I think that’s what this guy is doing.
This is just some grass up close. What more can I say?
I like taking pictures of windows. I also like complementary colours. That’s because of science. Art and science work together. Isn’t that neat?
I am paralyzed. No, I’m not in a wheel chair. Yes, I still have two legs, and they work. Arms work too. Oh sure, chemotherapy took its toll. I don’t quite have the stamina I used too. And I am cursed with nerve damage and mysterious pains. But by and large, my body still works. […]
This is the view when you get to the top of Mount Cheam. They put it there to remind you how far you have to walk to get down to the bottom. Kind of mean, if you ask me.
Our friends invited us to climb a mountain last night. I said yes because I thought it seemed like to good day to die of exhaustion. I got a couple of pretty photos though, when I worked up the strength to get out my camera.
It’s a darn good thing that residents of Barkerville didn’t have to deal with today’s politics. Imagine the carbon tax they’d have to pay with all these dirty oil lanterns hanging about.
I’m not exactly sure when building codes were introduced in British Columbia, but I am reasonably confident Barkerville predates them by several decades at least. And what is the result of a town built relatively free of regulation? Diversity of course! The buildings come on all shapes and sizes. For instance, all of the doorways […]
As a photographer, how do you deal with a crowded place like Barkerville? Tourists have a bad habit of ruining the mood when you’re trying to capture images of a 19th century gold rush town. You just have to get creative and find the details*. *Photoshop helps too.
Our first day in Barkerville was perfect. Nice warm, but not hot, weather and sunny skies. But by that evening we were huddled under a tarp that we literally threw over ourselves and the picnic table at our campsite. We ate our dinner of ramen noodles and hot dogs under a wet, steamy tarp cave […]
This is just a window in Barkerville. A very old window. I though it looked cool. I’ve taken a few other pictures of windows too.
Buster’s clearly went bust a while ago because this is its “good side”. There seems to be two kinds of small towns in America. There’s the quaint, heritage styled “arts communities”. Those are nice. And then there’s the other kind. The kind with a big Walmart and abandoned, derelict business everywhere.
What do you do when there’s a storm brewing and you’re stopped at a deserted rest stop in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in northeastern California? Take pictures, of course. Here’s a wider view:
I have said it before and I’ll say it again, the Oregon coast is one of my favourite places on earth. Every time I go back there I come away with a new appreciation for it. This is Oceanside Beach, just one of the many beaches along the way.
Okay, so our Yosemite plans didn’t work out exactly how we imagined. We arrived under the midday sun, couldn’t find anywhere to camp and had no choice but to pass right though. I did what I could, under the circumstances.
A shot of my beautiful muse, and now my wife. This is the first portrait I have taken of Rachelle since we got married. Just casual and impromptu as we were passing through Gasoline Alley in Fort Langley, BC.
Rachelle and I took a little tip into Fort Langley today. I took this shot in Gasoline Alley, a little enclave of shops off the main street. It’s right in the centre of town, but easily missed. It kind of reminds me of another shot I took, quite some time ago, of the Sylvia Hotel.
I was just walking through the woods one day when I saw these brightly lit ferns, way up high in the distance.
Looking at what’s just behind this mural makes me wonder how long it’s been here and how long before it’s defaced by graffiti. Hmm. Just underneath the Santa Monica Pier.