Three months without a post is quite a while, but life and the job just got in the way. Plus the rainy season put a pause to the outdoor fun which meant no photos for a while. But having taken care of those life responsibilities, it allowed me an early day out in the pow this past Remembrance Day.

Okay, I should have been at a Nov. 11 ceremony. This was the first in a number of years I’ve skipped. Previously I attended as a cadet, then as a photography student, photojournalist and most recently as a sibling watching his brother march with the reservists.

But the snow was too hard to turn down. Stu, Dan and I toured up to Paul Ridge in Garibaldi Provincial Park and tried our best to link some telemark turns. Only Dan really had much success that day.

But skiing aside, we were treated to some magnificent weather. Winds continued to carry in and breakup the clouds overhead, giving us an amazing light show on the valley below us. Sun, blue skies and the fluffy white snow make for some breathtaking views.

Simply beautiful.

I can’t want for more.

Back in June I photographed a wedding for Michael and Sabrina — it was the first wedding I’ve worked, and possibly not the last. Things went pretty well, and I was quite happy with the results. The bride and groom, and parents, agree too.

Michael is a friend of mine who I met back in J-school, and while I’ve continued on with a career in journalism, he’s off to New Orleans to study and hopefully become a history teacher of some sort. He’s a talented writer though, who was nominated for numerous awards just his first couple years into the biz.

Anyway, we hadn’t talked in a while when he asked me to work his wedding. He asked me specifically to look for candid photos, much like I would as a photojournalist. I figured I could do that, but since the last couple of years I’d been improving as a portraiture photographer, that’d come in handy as well.

The big day came, and I shot a whole lot of both. My favourite photo is probably one of the bride and groom sitting on the steps of the church where they traded vows. It’s simple, clean and tells the story.

A couple days ago, I got an email from Mike, fresh from their honeymoon in Japan and the three-day, forty-hour drive from Oregon to New Orleans.

He writes: “Anway, I just wanted to let you know that we both love the wedding pictures. They look fantastic! There were so many great candid pics with real expressions, which is what I wanted. Also, the posed ones turned out really well. Sabrina really liked the one of us on the steps after the ceremony. She plans on framing that one. I would also like to frame one of the ice cream shots.”

Great to hear, Mike. And may I suggest this photo?

Congratulations.

Took a short jaunt out to Finn Slough tonight to use some much neglected equipment. While I’ve been shooting for work, I haven’t been doing any personal projects lately. Mostly, I’ve been climbing and working on the skills needed to become a stronger climber. Between growing my lead head, pushing grades, learning to clean climbs, rappel, tie prusiks and other knots, and manage a 70 metre rope, the act of taking pictures gets lost amid all the activity.

But more trips are coming up, including some hikes into the backcountry and attempts at a few summits (by scrambling, no apline climbing for me yet).

So stay tuned…

This is Tony making his way up a 5.12 in Skaha. I forget what it’s called.

It’s climbing season, and Skaha was packed for the long weekend where I spent two hot days touring the rock and getting some much needed, confidence boosting climbs.

Leading is a mind clearing exercise that’s really helping me focus and forget the chaff that I burden myself with over the week engrossed in work and surrounded by the teeming city life. I am becoming hooked into the possibilities discovered over two climb days at Skaha.

We had a couple early starts, ate a whole chicken, downed a bottle of Glenlivet and caught rays on the beach too. It was rad.

There is just something right about linking telemark turns on the ski hill. The fluid movements and transitions from knee bend to knee bend, the feeling of skis responding and the swish of snow on each curve down the hill. Done right, it’s poetry.

I managed to finally get some decent turns in this weekend on a trip to Vancouver Island’s Mount Washington where we spent an amazing nine hours on Saturday riding the chairlifts up and gliding down. Sometimes on my bum. But I felt like I made some major breakthroughs with help from a friendly ski instructor who free heeled too. He shared some great tips in a quick ten-minute lesson on a run down the mountain.

I’m still sore from the long day on the hill, but man, I can’t wait until to get another day riding the planks again. Hopefully the season’s not over yet.

March already, and I can barely believe it. The first two months of the year were pretty jam packed with ski touring adventures, bivouacking on the snow, waking up to midnight snowmobiles charging by camp, and even a few days climbing out in Squamish. Unbelievable. It’s not even Spring yet.

Even though today started with a snowstorm, the next few days have sunny forecasts so I’m hoping for another foray to the Squamish boulders for some after work climbing. In the meantime, above I’ve posted the results from a recent outing on a rainy day.

What I’ve learned post-video production? I’d rather be taking stills. Or even better, just enjoying the climbing.

I welcomed in the new year up at the Mount Steele Cabin in Tetrahedron Provincial Park. January first started with cloud and blowing snow, but it all cleared up by the afternoon in time for a beautiful sunset. We stood on the mountain on the Sunshine Coast, blue skies above us and a layer of clouds below floating by.

It couldn’t have been more perfect to start off a new year.

Another year has come and passed, and I’m still here. It was 365 days of epic highs and not as many lows as I’d expected. I spent something like three months in a tent and sleeping bag, wore only two pairs of pants for the better part of the summer, and had four pairs of socks choose from. I won’t get into the boxer situation.

I drove across the country when gas prices were ridiculously high, crossed 20,000 kilometres to drink cheap beer in a strip club in St. John’s, Newfoundland. And I didn’t even have the cash to spring for a private dance with a blond beauty.

I hiked to new summits, saw some beautiful places and experienced the generosity of strangers across this giant country. I slept on a ferry chugging through the choppy Atlantic, attempted to learn to ride a dirt bike in rural Alberta, went fishing with biker dudes on Vancouver Island, and drove a 10-foot tall crop sprayer on a farm outside of Estavan, Saskatchewan.

My best friend got married, and I got talked into a suit to make a toast.

I met a handful of beautiful women. Asked one out. Got rejected. Typical. Maybe 2009 will bring more luck.

I drank lots of beers, tasted new scotches, and if memory serves, managed to not puke once in the twelve months that just passed.

I would say it was a year with much laughter and very little tears. It was great. But why do I still feel like crap at the end?

That’s right. I came back from a six-month sabbatical to an economic meltdown and tens of thousands are losing their jobs and retirement savings. It took less than two months for our nation to find out that Stephan Harper’s second minority government couldn’t govern. Yet, based on popular theory there is no one else capable of leading the nation.

Personally, if a large fraction of us were keen on letting a cold-eyed, dork in a sweater have the keys to the Ferrari, I don’t think we would’ve done all that bad with a waspish poindexter behind the wheel. But we’ll never know thanks to a pooping puffin.

But there is hope. After all, there’s another 365 days coming up.

Closer to home, while thousands of media workers have lost their jobs in Canada, and many many more in the States, so far, most of my journalist friends and myself have survived the cuts.

For that, I’m thankful.

I’m also thankful for my family and friends who are around to spend the holidays with. I’m thankful for the memories and adventures that the past year has yielded.

Thanks, and have a happy new year to all.

(Should’ve been posted a week ago, but been busy)

Gurv Shira of the tag team Bollywood Lions looks for some crowd support.

So what if the storylines are all fake and the outcomes most likely planned ahead of the bouts. The crew with All Star Wrestling put on an impressive performance last Friday night in North Vancouver. There were body slams, clothes lines, elbow drops from the top turn buckle, catcalls and insults, and even a human flying torpedo.

Between this and roller derby, I’m beginning to think I don’t need to shell out big money for the pro sports teams anymore. This stuff is way better. You get athletics and theatre, all for under twenty bucks.

To read the story and watch some of the action, click here.
For more photos, tap this.

Last night while listening to Oliver Schroer’s magnificent piece Field of Stars, and browsing through my photo collection, I was taken back six months to the time I spent on the road, living the dream of being free. The opening song to Schroer’s Camino album is one of those bits of music that conveys an unbelievable amount of sadness, but it is nevertheless so beautiful that I always have to stop whatever else I’m doing. It’s music that you have to listen to and just breathe.

To listen to Schroer, and breathe, and browse through the photos of my cross Canada journey is an even greater treat for me. I was sad that it was over, but happy too that it was done, and wishing I was still out there. I’m sure it’s a sign that there will be many more adventures in the years to come.

The above photo is of me standing at the end of some random hike in Algonquin Provincial Park in Ontario. I’m wondering where in tarnation the mountains are. I will admit now that when the photo was taken back in July, I wanted desperatedly to be back home in Vancouver, where my mountains were close at hand along with my family and friends.

For a free listen to some of Schroer’s work, I suggest visiting the CBC Radio 2, where they’ve posted the recording of a tribute concert performed in February of this year. Sadly, Schroer passed away July 3.