I spent last weekend doing an insane amount of driving; I spent more time in the car driving to and from Penticton than I actually spent watching/shooting, eating and sleeping.

I drove out with my buddy Petar, and we took a pitstop to hit a rope swing i’ve been eyeing up for over a year. Its big.
Correction: Its really big

Most rope swings I’ve jumped off you are only slightly nervous the first time. This one however was one intimidating manly beast of a rope swing. I launched my carcass off the insane contraption a couple times, every time I stood atop the platform I was didn’t find it any easier to step off.

Josh, my older brother, raced in his first Ironman on sunday. I still don’t quite understand the sport, its impressive in every way, however I can’t quite get my head around actually doing such things.
His race times;
1:05:00 Swim
5:13:51 Bike
3:36:45 Run
10:01:19 Overall

This shot comes from near the end of the bike, the skies opened several minutes before getting the shot. I had a couple heart stopping moments as I scrambled with plastic bags and duct tape to cover the flashes used. Tearing down the elinchrom ranger after quite unnerving. I’ve had a full 1100 watt second strobe empty it’s capacitors into my arm before, and its not exactly a cherished moment.

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Volleyball and I have an interesting relationship. The sport has provided a bunch of fun, as well as hellish embarrassment in years past. Let me explain

I’m 6 foot 4 inches tall.

That may seem like a big asset, however for me it wasn’t purely a blessing, it also came with a bit of a deficiency in coordination when I was young. Example: during game play going up for a hit. Great approach, great set, no blocker! Swing, nothing happens. A moment later I get hit in the face I by the ball which I should have hit. I missed so badly I became one of the few volleyball players who can say they’ve ‘packed’ (hit in the face) themselves on a hit. I’m not sure who was blushing more, me or my parents who were in attendance.

These guys however are a bit better. Jarrod Paul and Casey played a bit while I ran around shooting.

In case you didn’t notice in the shot above, Jarrod is pretty intense with volleyball

Over time my coordination got better too, including winning provincials with my high school team.

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-1 Flat Tire on my Rolling Home/Minivan
-1 Broken Intense Bike Suspension Linkage (not my own)
-2 Apocalyptic Thunderstorms
-3 KG of Peanut Butter
-6 Mountains we rode and shot on
-8 Loaves of Bread
-10 Separate Shoots
-15 Nights on the Road
- 22 Riders
- 33 Pounds, the average weight of the bag I had on my back while riding
-3157 Kilometers
-4700 Shutter Actuations -A little self portrait MTB Sequence shooting really racked up the shutter count-
-And a whole bunch of great images. I can’t share many of them, cause they’re headed out to magazines, but here are a couple shots from the road.

Ian Morrison testing the new dual slalom

Snapped Intense Suspension Linkage, courtesy crabapple hits

Caven on Blue Velvet

Thoma Hip on Garbanzo

Thoma on Lower Canadian Open

Andrij in Burnaby

Best Quote;
‘Hey Peter hows it going?’
‘Today sucks!’ -Peter
‘Why does it suck?’
‘A bear stole my backpack, and ate my apple fritter!’ -Peter
‘Yeah, I guess that does suck’
‘Yeah, It does! So I had to throw rocks at it till the bear would give it back!’ -Peter

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Hi Mom, Hi Dad

In case you are wondering why I’ve been out of touch for a while I’ve been hopping around BC shooting, meeting up with friends, and shaking hands. I’m writing from a coffee shop in whistler before I head up the hill and get some shooting in. Sorry I haven’t kept in touch with twitter and the blog, I swear I’d do a better job of it if you bought me an iphone **hint hint**

So you know i’m actually alive here is a pic of me. Scratched another one off my to do list; Learn Gainers. Shot yesterday on Sproat Lake near Port Albernie, Vancouver Island, in between our sunrise and sunset wakeboard shooting.

Gotta run, riders are waiting.

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