Cold coast.
Left alone, while the rest of the area is deforested, a family of trees huddle together.
Behind the scenes of our Exploring The Cold Coast story.
The first time I surfed was seven years ago. It was here in Tofino with four strangers, one of whom was Eliel Hindert. A small, bouncy, and enthusiastic professional skier, Eliel welcomed me into his car to ride the ferry, where I fell asleep under a row of seats with a newspaper as a pillow. The old, beat up car was parked below us, packed like a Tetris game. Looping through each door several times was one single piece of rope that secured the four pink and yellow sponge-top surfboards. When we arrived just outside of town, we set up camp and ate canned beans beside the local dump. The next morning, we bobbed on our rental surfboards like wet rats floating on driftwood. We were hooked.
Behind the scenes of our Exploring The Cold Coast Story, up on National Geographic Adventure.
It has been raining on and off all day, and will continue all week. Or year round for that matter. We find ourselves constantly camping in these conditions, and I’m slowly learning why. When water particles add up between camera and subject, the light diffuses into something soft and delicate. This is a contrast to the landscapes and people with whom I connect. The fog sits heavily, muting the colors into black, white, and greens like a watercolor painting from my grandparents’ house. These dreary, isolated elements of the Pacific Northwest are where I draw inspiration for my work.
Behind the scenes of our Exploring The Cold Coast Story, up on National Geographic Adventure.
Mary Ellen Mark, one of my absolute favourite photographers, artists and filmmakers died yesterday at age 75.
Mary and her husband were the ones we created STREETWISE, an emotional, eye opening, documentary where they spent time following the lives of Seattle's street kids. Mary laid out issues such as homelessness, drug abuse, mental health, prostitution, and suicide, all while showing their vulnerability and right to be loved.
Mad love for all the fallen female photographers such as Dorothea Lange, Diane Arbus, and Nan Goldin, but real happy we still got Sally Mann, & Annie Leibovitz.
Pulled over on the side of the road on Vancouver Island. Max Lowe getting the shot for our @natgeoadventure #ColdCoast story.
Relating to joy. Almost there.
Between the wind and lack of supplies, our tarp systems can get pretty wild on these trips. A couple great friends taking shelter from the rain.
Our Coldcoast story is unfolding on National Geographic Adventure today!
I'm very excited to be shooting colour film again. Trying to find my niche with new film companies is always exploratory. 35mm bxw with natural light will always be my favourite to shoot, but it's good to bounce around to learn something new or old, even if it's digital once in a while... Video is my next big shift!
Last year, after escaping whales, dolphins and sea lions, 8.8 million sockeye salmon left the ocean and ran through this channel opening, known as the Fraser River. For centuries salmon have spawned and returned to this same location, providing a significant amount of protein for bears, eagles, wolves and the humans, of interior British Columbia.
Two great musicians foraging for fiddleheads with a bottle of fireball. DOGWOK & Jana Lahti Music
Another shot inside STAY WILD
"I wanted to get men to think about more than just their dick in their hand."
Stoked to have a couple shots in the spring issue of STAY WILD! 5 years later I rescanned the negatives from my South America trip and found this one I had previously overlooked. Go snatch a copy. #TheseNewPoutines#Peru
Tangled up in booze.
#UnapologeticApologies
The scars became the lessons, but I only got love for you now.
On the drive to the beach we laughed about the size of our campfire we would have since we all had axes and a chainsaw. Rene bucked the driftwood while Will and I split the chunks and we all high fived over the smell of fresh cut cedar. It was a late rainy evening so we needed the water proof red cedar and we only had yellow. 45 minutes of fire building techniques and we still didn't have anything hot. So I poured some gas on the tiny flame to speed things up but the fire crawled up the fumes into the jerry can and I threw the blaze. With no threat of an explosion, I hung my head at the melodramatic scene of red plastic melting and laughed. That's when Will placed the logs around the flame and built the second largest fire ever.
A smouldering fire, the morning after.