Yamnuska Mountain Sunrise.

The ethereal feeling of sunrise can only be equated to the eternal feeling of loving relationships.

I know you may be anticipating some photos from my Ireland and United Kingdom trip, however I’m still editing them and have many images from before that I still need to share. Enjoy!

Cotton Candy Eye Candy

I haven’t had much time to write lately due to some video projects that have been taking a lot of my time but I thought I’d share just a few images from the end of last year. They were all taken around Canmore, one of my favourite places to visit. Thank you for your continued encouragement during this slow time of photography. I really hope that as things warm up I’ll be able to make more time to get out and photograph the environments I love. Out of curiosity, which photo below is your favourite?

The Concept of 'Fun.'

What does fun mean to you? Take a minute and think about it, deeper than mere activities.

I’m entirely unaware of what might have just passed through your mind and that idea alone is fun for me to ponder. Somewhat of an odd statement, I know. For some time I’ve been perplexed by the concept of fun. Often mutual confusion occurs when various concepts of fun are exchanged. Currently, I have no desire to experience an adrenaline rush. I’m not sure if many young people are aware but that chemical release occurs in order for us to survive during dangerous situations. I can't help but ask, why would one desire for that mechanism to kick in?Honestly, I don't know and the idea of it is already exhausting me.

The irony of this topic is that the majority of my friends yearn for such a chemical rush to infiltrate their bodies while undergoing dangerous activities. In an attempt to be a good friend I try to engage in some of the activities but I simply become drained during the time of adrenaline endorsed activity. What really excites me is knowing I'm pushing myself outside my comfort zone and learning to adapt to adversity. I'm sure people affirm the same thing while searching for the next adventure, although I think it might be a little different. My primary reason is that it seems as though there are two contrasting sides; the intelectual and physical. You can observe this balance perfectly when watching high-level athletes perform. They are forced to react perfectly on a physical level, as well as, to be mindful of the upcoming play. Personally, the mental part of sports and even video games are what I find exhilarating. Testing the intellect of others and myself in a way that brings about an unexpecting competition is what I can only describe as fun.

I'd love to hear how you perceive the cultural luxury of fun. The photos below are from an extremely windy day of skating in the middle of Two Jack Lake. Enjoy!

Ptarmigan Cirque.

      I'm not sure how I missed posting the images from this hike but lets just call it a throw back Thursday! By far Ptarmigan Cirque was one of the most rewarding hikes I've been on for how relatively easy the trail was. Once you get to the plateau there are gorgeous scenes in every direction. Not only were the views on point, but the people on the hike are what make the day even more memorable. Celine, Caleb, and Nic are all so much fun hiking with and spending quality time around them is revitalizing! Currently Caleb and Nic are down south and it's been quite the adjustment not being able to hang out with them on a regular basis like we were able to at Prairie. Needless to say, I miss them and our other friends down south immensely with hopes of seeing them soon! 

I'd love to hear where some of your favourite hikes are and what the views are like. I'll probably be taking a break from mountains for a while and begin posting a few of the many sunset drives I've gone on since moving back to Bonnyville. 

My Friend Caleb.

I simply have nothing to say about Caleb…

     Just kidding! Caleb was the best man at my wedding and honestly he’s been one of the biggest supports in my life. He’s helped me through countless dilemmas over the years and continues to help me process various thoughts. We grew up going to camp for 1-2 weeks each summer with that being our only contact over the 365-day year. Thanks to modern technology we managed to maintain our friendship, over what seemed to be an eternity, and it seemed like those weeks at camp were total gold each time. He’s endured countless awkward encounters between Celine and I when we first start liking each other and he’s probably the reason why we ended up dating in the first place. I’m so thankful to have a guy who is willing to listen to my thought process and say, “I told you so or I disagree” if I need to be humbled a bit. There’s a lifetime of stories I could share and many more that I know will happen but it would be a disservice to not share an unforgettable hike we experienced.

     I think it was my first year of college when Caleb and I decided to venture to the mountains and hike Ha Ling Peak. This was my first winter hike and I wasn’t really sure what to expect but Caleb, a more experienced hiker and outdoorsmen than myself, seemed to be extra prepared. As we started walking up the path I soon realized winter hiking with a heavy camera bag is a lot more exhausting than in the summer on dry ground. It wasn’t too long into the trek that we had to delayer and try to prevent ourselves from sweating on what seem to be a beautiful sunny day. This going and stopping proceeded for the following three hours with stops at nearly every switchback. I’m not sure why we were struggling so much but needless to say, it was an unexpectedly long way up. We managed to emerge from the tree line and enter into the thigh high snow to begin the scramble towards the summit. It was also at this point that a guy who was trail running passed us in what could only be described as Speedo length shorts. Partially discouraged and disgusted we continued through the deep snow but it was also around this time the wind drastically picked up. We thought it would be a safe bet to bunker down behind a waste high tree to eat some of our snacks and make a cup of tea.

     After eating, drinking, resting, and waiting for the wind to die down, there were even more ominous clouds than before so we made the call to head back rather than exhaust ourselves and summit. Just a recap, three exhausting hours up, one man with short shorts, a storm rolling in, and a summit less hike was our day so far. Somewhat disheartened, neither of us wanted to hike back down so when we saw faint grooves in the snow connecting one switchback to the next we were optimistically curious. It was only after seeing them twice that Caleb decided to slide down a short one. I tried the next one where we managed to cut out a good 2 minutes off hiking. As you might have guessed we made the call to just keep sliding. We slid, and slid, and slid, and at some points we were going so fast that we had to grab onto trees to slow down and regain control! Other than the odd log grinding across our backsides it was an absolute blast! Multiple times we paused to make sure we still had an idea of where the trail was and in what seemed to be a mater of seconds we made it to the bottom. The three-hour hike up had just been completed in 30 minutes by sliding down on our butts. It honestly felt like we were in a fairy tale or a scene from The Hobbit. The childlike joy I felt afterwards was unlike anything I remember, which is why I think it has left such an impression on both of us.

     That’s probably one of my favorite hiking memories and I’m looking forward to the future days where Caleb and I create more stories like this one. Thanks again for reading and if you were curious the photos below are also from our hike to Troll Falls in Kananaskis.