I hear people saying this like; ‘I do it all the time, when i’m out in public, when i’m in the wilderness. I’m just addicted’ I’ve heard about people doing it in public washrooms, in airports, or even at school or work. Nowhere is free from people doing it, and the proof is everywhere.

Don’t get me wrong, we all love doing it, but is there maybe too much of a good thing?

What about all those people who say ‘quality over quantity’? Must just be a cover up for people who don’t do it all the time for whatever reason. Or are they onto something? It’s not difficult to do it all the time if you have no standards.

I think we can all agree we have seen a lot of ‘McPictures’; high volume, low quality imagery. Often excessively processed because the original ‘creative ingredients’ weren’t good in the first place.
‘Too much’ is every time the act hasn’t been contemplated. ‘Too quick’ is every time details are ignored; ‘Oh i can fix that in PS’

Many now say best camera is the one thats with you, but more importantly the best pictures are the ones taken with purpose, intent, and forethought.

I’ll take a stand for what I believe; quality of quantity, wait for the right one at the right moment before you commit. Take time every time you do it, if its rushed it’ll never be as good.

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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?

No?

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.

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