Burning Man Part 2.

 Dusty

 Airport

 Playa

Dome tents

Winter 2010

kids & cats

 snow & miniature ponies

Black Rock City, August 2013

In the middle of the desert in Nevada, 60 000 people gather for a week. The silt is unkind to electronics, so these photos are from a disposable camera (yes, they still exist.)

Origami birds.

 The airport.

Cruising the Playa.

Conversation & contemplation near the giant swing set. Photo by Jono.

Mountain Lake part 2

A very dry patch of flowers.

Another flower, & Tova. 

Mt. Shear

Jono

Mountain Lake, October 2013.

 Howe Sound

Tova & Stacey & Howe Sound.

 Sky Pilot.

 Cabin & Mt. Shear.

Jono & Mt. Shear.

Garibaldi Provincial Park. September 2013.

We hiked to the Black Tusk in Garibaldi Provincial Park last weekend with some friends. I've been shooting in film (like a weirdo), so the following photos are an iPhone-quality preview.

Jono, floating on the unnaturally turquoise waters of Lake Garibaldi.

Jono ascending the scree slope to the base of the Tusk.

A fisherman, a lake, a glacier, and an (invisible) rainbow.

Jim.

We met Jim in May while hiking in Boulder River Park in the Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest, Washington. He was panning for gold in the glacier fed river. He told us that panning gave him a chance for solitude and respite from his daily life. He showed us a piece of free gold that he'd found, which he kept in a tiny glass vial. 

Leon, Fall 2012: The Coconut Lady.

I was in Leon in the Fall of 2012. Most mornings, I would walk down to the Mercado to buy a fresh coconut. 

The first few mornings, I selected coconuts with thick, hairy husks. The vendor would chop off a section, which would enable me to push a straw through the flesh to get to the water. After drinking the water, I would go out onto the patio and drop the coconut onto the cement floor to get at the flesh. Although messy and labour intensive, the reward was delicious. 

One day, my new friend Eric took me to the Mercado and introduced me to The Coconut Lady. That's when I found out that not all Mercado coconuts were equal. The Coconut Lady would remove the husk to expose the membranous flesh. The result was an opaque, orblike delicacy; A slightly translucent ball of fibrous flesh thinly veiling a delicious mass of fresh coconut water. If you squeezed it gently, the thinner areas would bulge ominously.  

The Coconut Lady sold the best coconuts.

Joffre Lakes. August 2013.

At first, the trail didn't seem like much more than an arduous scramble through a rock pile. After a few minutes, the rock field gave way to a sloping alpine meadow, thick with asters, fireweed, and countless varieties of grasses. 

Further up the ridge, we were rewarded with panoramic views of glacier and lake.

Indian Arm. August 2013.

Two kayaks and a canoe.

Some new friends shared their bounty of Pink Salmon with us & Jesse fashioned a cedar salmon smoker.

Lichen.

Waterfall fun.

May 2011: Yukon

This is where I was in May 2011.

 This is a Fossil Hill under snow.

This is Joel. He is in camp.

This is Matt. Notice his sunglasses tan. 

This is Joel, on a small aircraft bound for Mayo, the closest town.

Yukon 2012

Hiking near camp.

Sleeping tents.

 Up the valley.

Boxes with wings shouldn't fly. Meet the Wingabago.

Paying a visit to a nearby camp.

Star Lake 2012