I’d always been warned not to fly via the USA. Stories of delayed flights, rude staff, lost luggage and chaotic customs had all terrified me into avoiding America’s skies like the plague. But this trip saw me flying on a United Airlines ticket. Only one of the legs – to Los Angeles – would be… Continue reading More chronicles of a peripatetic shutterbug
Of course, even weddings have quirky, wacky moments – moments that often don’t make it into the main wedding album – especially behind the scenes and while getting ready. Here are a few of those, as well as a couple of my favourite shots at the wedding I shot this weekend past. As I’m about… Continue reading Peculiar, funny wedding moments
I know there are a few people (especially in South Africa) waiting to see photos of the wedding I came to Canuckistan to shoot. I’ve known the bride and her family for a good 20 years now. I shot her sister’s wedding, and it was an honour to shoot hers! It looks like all my… Continue reading Wedding day bliss
Last year around this time my good friend the family man took me cruising on his classic Honda CM400T motorbike. She’s uncomfortable, slow, hugs the road like, well, she doesn’t. Thankfully, this year she was replaced by a nice little Kawasaki 650. The first time we went for a ride I wore my most bike-friendly… Continue reading How about those shoes though!
One of the main reasons I’ve been shooting people so much recently is that I’m getting ready to shoot a wedding. And, to be honest, wedding photography is anything but my forté. And so I am practising. (Whatever you do, don’t tell the wedding party!) Ah, just joking – they read my blog and know… Continue reading Trampoline hair and posies to warm up for a wedding
My photography seems to go through phases – portraits, to landscapes and back to portraits, with a mish-mash in-between. For the last four months I barely picked up my camera, but before that I seemed only to be able to shoot beautiful scenery. Right now I find myself back in a portrait phase. Last week,… Continue reading Shooting random people
I love informal photoshoots. The day before flying up north out of Vancouver, as I was driving home from a short shopping trip, I called home to warn one of the students to get ready for a shoot. But the time I got home he was singing in the shower, and other house guests were… Continue reading Student, iron giant, sportsman, classical musician, amateur model …
So, yesterday I boarded a Bombardier Q400 Jazz flight from YVR to YXS after spending a few days on the lower mainland. For those of you who aren’t as cool as me and don’t know what I’m talking about, in layman’s terms: today I boarded a narrow Air Canada prop-plane from Vancouver to Prince George… Continue reading I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream
I was chatting to someone on the way over to Canuckistan earlier this week and, as I was drifting off to sleep, had a revelation. You see, at first she was kind of defensive and cagey, which confused me. Why would anyone be defensive and cagey with someone as affable, nay, positively charming as I?… Continue reading Nah, who are you kidding?
Here I am in the air again over some or other continent, island or ocean. Over the next just-shy-of-three-weeks I will be hanging out in the western-most province of Canuckistan – a place I once called home. By the time I get back to the southern tip of Africa I will have used five airlines… Continue reading Jetting out with nursing nippers and muffled “moutons”
I’m trying to take in as much of this area as possible in my last few days here. On a cloudy day this week I drove down to the Beavermouth Creek out along the Quesnel Hydraulic Road. (That was where I saw and shot the fox.) And, what with it being overcast, the photos just work… Continue reading To the Beaver’s brook in black and white
I had intended doing a “Wordless Wednesday” blogpost but realised that just wouldn’t be possible. Instead, here we go with abandoned places between the Rudy Johnson Bridge north of William’s Lake and my current hometown Quesnel here in western Canuckistan. The Rudy Johnson bridge (which is still very much in use) spans the Fraser River… Continue reading Wordy Wednesday: abandoned between the Rudy Johnson and Quesnel
Before leaving home on my current odyssey, I knew that I would be going without my favourite lens, the 70-200 f/2.8 VRII. As one user described it, “This Nikon lens … is an excellent combination for capturing everything from the action at a sporting event to beautiful images of a family against the sunset or a young couple in… Continue reading Cobbling together rodeo photos with the “wrong” lenses
After a really delightful drive out along the Quesnel River, I decided to stop on my way home to take a few photos. Sadly, the clouds had moved in, leaving the landscape grey and dull compared to the vivid colours earlier in the day in the autumn sunshine. But it is a beautiful river. And so… Continue reading Introducing the red fox photo-bomber