Quesnel, the Cariboo town of around 12,000 inhabitants, lies at the confluence of the Fraser and Quesnel rivers. It also lies on the main route to northern British Columbia and the Yukon, with Highway 97 running right through town. Originally the commercial centre of the Cariboo Gold Rush, Quesnel now owes its existence mainly to the… Continue reading Quesnel’s Bridges
I lived in Quesnel for about two years in 2013/2014 and shot pretty much anything of significance. But, strangely enough, I never got around to tracking down its painted fire hydrants. Until now. So, what’s the story behind them? In 2001 the Quesnel Downtown Association decided to paint some of the fire hydrants to represent… Continue reading Finally shooting Quesnel’s “little people”
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 am anything but an early bird – ask anyone who knows me. My best work seems to be done anywhere between 10pm and 2am, and I seldom see the sun rise. But I also have gained a reputation of not sleeping much here in Canada. I don’t know where that comes from, but it… Continue reading The early bird catches the shot (how hokey)
Three years ago I attended my first ever rodeo in Canuckistan, or anywhere else in the world, for that matter. I had no idea what to expect, apart from what I had seen in movies or on television. I suppose I expected the bucking broncos, bull riding and a rodeo clown, but definitely wasn’t prepared… Continue reading Wild Cow Milking is a thing. Seriously.
A few days ago I featured the photography of a teenager with whom I spent some time shooting the Billy Barker Days Carnival one Saturday evening recently. I showed her a few tricks in terms of what aperture to use, how to use the shutter priority mode to create movement in her photos, and photo framing. I,… Continue reading Playing with fairground movement on a Saturday night
One of the events I was keen to attend soon after I arrived in Canuckistan was Billy Barker Days (BBD) which I had experienced back in 2013. BBD, which has been held on the third weekend of July every year since the early 1970s, is billed as “BC’s Largest Free Family Festival.” The billing is a grammatical nightmare, but the… Continue reading Billy Barker Nights
I said a few days ago that I was going to feature one of the drivers from our local “Crash to Pass” race, but then I hit a moose and got a bit distracted. But I’m so over that. And ready to keep blogging. So, I had several options of people to follow and feature. The first… Continue reading Close but no cigar for the redneck racecar wrecker
Of course, one of the first things I wanted to do once I arrived in Quesnel was to see friends I’d last seen in 2014. The second was to attend “Billy Barker Days” events, the first of which was taking place on the Thursday evening – Crash to Pass. Quesnel’s Billy Barker Days is a… Continue reading Crash, burn, pass, Cariboo hillbilly-style
I moved to the mythical land of Canuckistan for the first time in June 2013 from the very real country of South Africa. Wide eyed, I explored my new land in the height of summer – making full use of the long days to turn the town inside out for photographic opportunities. And find them… Continue reading The things we leave behind
One of the first shoots I did after arriving in my little corner of Canuckistan was of this burnt-out Catholic church on “First Nations” land in Red Bluff. Since then it’s been one of my go-to, favourite “models”. But, more often than not, I would cycle out past her, without my camera, just to enjoy… Continue reading One last photoshoot with one of my favourite models
So intent are we in reaching our various destinations every day that we seldom take the time to make potentially-featherbrained detours. We rush down the highway, eyes keenly focussed on our destination, and miss little gems within eyeshot of the road we’re on. This is true, of course, of actual journeys, but also of our journey through life. Last week… Continue reading Less than 200m either side of the highway
I love this scene I came across on “the west side” downtown the other day. So typical of these parts.
I am a creature of habit, which, when it comes to photography, means that I tend to shoot the same things and the same places. Today I set out to prove that I can indeed photograph where I’ve never photographed before and that I’m not a vampire or zombie from “I am Legend” (after all my night-time posts recently.) I… Continue reading Proof I’m not a vampire