Autumn · Quesnel

To the Beaver’s brook in black and white

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

Night time · Quesnel · Travel

The early bird catches the shot (how hokey)

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)

Quesnel · Real LIfe

Wild Cow Milking is a thing. Seriously.

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.

Night time · Quesnel · Summer

Playing with fairground movement on a Saturday night

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

People · Quesnel

Close but no cigar for the redneck racecar wrecker

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

Photography · Quesnel · Real LIfe

Crash, burn, pass, Cariboo hillbilly-style

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

Church · Photography · Quesnel

One last photoshoot with one of my favourite models

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

Photography · Quesnel · Travel

Less than 200m either side of the highway

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

Night time · Photography · Quesnel

Witching-hour perambulations: Street lights

Tonight I decided to stop on Highway 97, where it crosses the Quesnel River, to take a few shots. At one point a cop pulled over to see what I was doing. Fortunately I was apparently completely within the law, and he left after offering some sage advice: “Don’t get too close to the road when you… Continue reading Witching-hour perambulations: Street lights