Back in the days of my youth I don’t think there is a single person who would have predicted I have anything to do with fashion. In the years of elementary school I wore a set of T-shirts almost religiously putting no thought to the fact they really were terribly ugly.
Some Calgarians might be familiar with the annual event where people raise money in sponsorships to run up the fire escape of the Calgary Tower. As with many similar runs, jogs or walks to raise money, all the participants get a free shirt. The front of these shirts, which are infamous in our family, was often headed by the words ‘Go Wild!’ and some graphic showing the tower. The back of the shirt had a plethora of local sponsor’s logos.
For several years I wore one of these shirts (over multiple years of participation) regardless if it fit me properly, was stretched out, not to mention the general ugliness of the shirts. I hope you’ve got a picture in your head now of this little elementary school kid, blonde hair, with a Go Wild shirt awkwardly tucked into his shorts. Does he look like a kid who would grow up to be a photographer shooting fashion?
Could have fooled me too.
Have you been in the situation where you really should have had certain gear, but didn’t think to have it? Ever have boots which you thought you were waterproofed but weren’t quite, and did so before shooting the After Dark Big Air competition at Mt Washington on the last weekend?
Funny cause that just happened to me.
I got a facebook message from another local photographer about the competition late last week, after some quick arranging of accommodation (thanks Allie and Andrew) and re-arranging of my schedule I hopped on the all-to-early ski bus. Arriving at the hill I was met by; blizzard, overcast, melting snow, long walk up to the jump… sweet
Warm-up in the afternoon was short and not so sweet, windy conditions were keeping the riders to their more tame tricks as the photographers shaded their lenses from blowing snow.
After the riders warmed up I took a break inside to thaw my feet and hopefully dry out a bit, by the time I walked outside to get to the jump before finals the clouds had broken, snow stopped falling as the sun dipped below the horizon.
The rest of the evening provided great weather, even better tunes, and many excited Van Island skiers hopped up on reggae and Okanagan Spring Brewery brews.
Maybe my gusto for sunrises I had in my last blog has been dampened a bit.
Jesse and I got up around 5:30 am, drove a ways across Victoria, hiked up half a mountain (Vancouver Island sized mountain) all for a beautiful view of:
Even if the sunrise was virtually non existent and the view was limited to a couple hundred meters it was still wonderful getting up and out. When you can’t really stare at the horizon that you never can reach you can spend more time looking what is closer. The beauty of the immediate surroundings that you often miss while chasing the horizon.