Eighty kilometres east of Quesnel, along BC Highway 26, lies Barkerville, the most well-known town from the Cariboo gold rush in the 1860s. The town sprung up quickly after Billy Barker (after whom the town is named) struck it rich on Williams Creek (which flows through town). The town burnt down a few years later… Continue reading Exploring a Cariboo gold-rush town
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
I love photographing abandoned places. I love imagining the stories behind the property; the real people, the real lives that once existed in the now-deserted spot. Every time I asked friends about (aforementioned) places I could photograph around here they would mention the “Cariboo Ford place” down highway 97. Earlier this week I took a drive… Continue reading Abandoned. Exploited.
… and a few other spots. I am in Edmonton, Alberta (that’s in Canuckistan, for all you geographically-challenged ones) for a few days. Earlier this week my friends and I drove down to Old Strathcona, just south of the North Saskatchewan River, to take the historic tram to the Alberta Legislature building. There we wandered around for forty… Continue reading Snapshots from Strathcona …
Ever since I arrived in Canuckistan I have been telling my friends that I really want to find a ghost town to photograph. The closest I’ve come is the abandoned, burnt-out church (which is beautiful and a perfect subject in its own right) and a couple of old farm houses between Whistler and here. Of… Continue reading An historic old town through a winter lens