This image was published in a recent issue of BC Business Magazine. I shot this last fall while working at the historic Torbrit silver mine in northwest British Columbia - a mine with a rich history and potentially bright future.Read More
I've been shooting photos of my work in the mineral exploration industry for as long as I've had a camera - the wild places I travel to for work were the original inspiration for my photography. While the majority of my published and paid work has been in the winter sports world, my only cover has been on a mineral exploration trade magazine. Now, I can add three more covers to my stash of tear sheets: Canadian Mining Magazine's Winter 2013 issue, and the 2012 Annual Report / 2013 Media Kit for the Prospectors and Develepors Association of Canada (PDAC).
It's always been exiting for me to share images of the remote places I get to travel to for work, so seeing those images spread to such a large audience is an amazing feeling. I have the very unique position of being a professional photographer working a 'real job' in a crazy industry, which gives me the ability to capture scenes that a photographer hired for a shoot simply could not. These shots aren't staged - in both sampling photos, the workers are taking real samples that were part of real geochemistry programs, and after the shots was taken I put the camera away, recorded some notes, and moved on to the next sample station.
All in a days work.
I also recently updated my Mining / Mineral Exploration portfolio with recent work. Check it.
I'm writing this from the muggy confines of a rental house in a gated community in Tapachula, Mexico - please forgive me for not giving the subject a proper run-down. I wanted to get a few words out before I forget what snow even looks like. More on why I'm in Mexico to follow, if I have time. It's a bit of a crazy story.Read More
To update my blog from a summer of neglect, I'll go back to the beginning - my sister Melanie got married in June, in the beautiful setting of the Canadian Rockies. The weather did its best to confound the whole event - flooding across the interior, washed out bridges and a detour from hell made getting to Nipika Mountain Resort a logistical nightmare. The rain on the day of the wedding was unrelenting, forcing the outdoor ceremony into a cramped but rustic cabin - but everything flowed so seamlessly that it seemed as if it was planned from the start. I don't really shoot weddings, especially not for close friends or family - it's tough to enjoy the day when you're there to work. I agreed to shoot just the wedding party photos, though I knew full well it would turn into a much more involved process. In the end, the photos turned out great and the wedding was an amazing success - a testament to the incredible love Melanie and Landon share.
I could probably be convinced to shoot a similar style of rustic, outdoors wedding every now and then. The further into the mountains, the better.
This photo is a couple years old, but I knew it would one day find a home in print. When I was in the 'Whistler Backcountry' for the Ski Salt Lake Shootout, we spied a lone splitboarder bootpacking under a cliff face to get on top of a single line, etched with perfect Wasatch precision into the north bowl of Red Baldy. His touring party happened to be another Whistler crew, so we posted up with them to watch this rather interesting line choice unfold. The rider, Dave Henkel, dropped in and fully committed to the straightline, maching through the farmed turns at Xavier speed. I shot a couple frames wide at the start, then zoomed in to capture a tighter frame as he approached the bottom of the line.
This photo is very much a right place, right time capture - if I had toured through here half an hour early or later, I wouldn't have gotten this photograph. Sometimes, that's all it takes.
My blog has fallen into a state of serious neglect lately. I blame instagram (@andrewstrain for updates that occur more frequently than semi-annually).
So, updates. There are a few of them. A season of mineral exploration took me from tidewater to massive icefields; from jagged peaks to deep underground. More on that in the coming weeks. For now, I'll start with my most recent photographic news - a trio of photos in my favourite publication: Kootenay Mountain Culture Magazine.
I've been a big fan of KMC (and now it's sister mag Coast Mountain Culture) since I first picked up a copy in Nelson 3 years ago, so I'm pretty stoked to see some of my images inked onto it's pages. Props to the editorial team for consistently putting together two radical magazines, and thanks for letting me be a contributor to a publication I've always admired.
Maybe get the caption right next time though... the world needs to know that Eric Poulin has a sick (switch) method. ;-)
Something a little different for me - this is my favourite trail to run and while I [like to] run often, I no longer live in Pemberton and I've never bothered to shoot photos of running.
With the arrival of spring weather, my girlfriend and I decided to head back to my favourite trail and shoot a couple photos, a little outside of my winter sports comfort zone.
With spring comes field season - my winter is officially over, and it's back to camp for me. Once we get it built, that is...
I don't think there is a better way to turn 28 than to heli into a zone dubbed "Chuter McGavin", shoot photos from the bird of your best friends shredding badass couloirs, then drop into a line named "I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast!" Toss on the skins and go for as many laps as your legs can handle.
Happy (Gilmore) birthday to me!
For some words by Jeff Slack, head over to Unofficial Networks. Some photos from the day below.
It's been almost a year since I managed to steal third prize in Whistler Blackcomb's Deep Winter Photo Challenge. Today, I was out on the mountain scouting some stuff with Jussi Grznar, who is making his own run for the title of "King of Storms" next week, bringing back all kinds of wonderful memories like shooting in such heavy snowfall that my camera completely iced over. Or, sitting in the Glacier Creek bathroom for an hour trying to de-fog my lenses with a hand dryer (a more detailed re-cap here).
Would I do it again? Hell yes. I live for Whistler's storm season. In the meantime, enjoy my 2011 slideshow, and get your tickets for this year's event before it sells out. January 14 @ the Fairmont. See you there.
Winter arrived early and strong in southwest BC: I got my first pow turns on October 3rd, got chased out of camp by two feet in the valley bottom on November 17th, and could barely breathe nor see on Blackcomb's opening day, the snow was so deep. And then, as fast as winter arrived, the jet turned off and the sky stayed blue for almost a month.
While my friends in Utah are still suffering from the early season doldrums, winter is back in full force in the Whistler area, providing badly needed powder for the Christmas vacation crowd and snow-starved locals. A combination of factors has led to the establishment of an uncharacteristically unstable coastal snowpack, making the new snowfall a maddening exercise in patience and restraint, as everyone is chomping at the bit to get out and into the gnar. Two BC skiers succumbed to injuries sustained after being caught in avalanches this week, a sobering reminder of the dangers that exist within our mountains.
Wanting to escape the holiday crowds at Whistler, but leery of the heightened avalanche risk, I headed out to a pillow zone off the Duffey Lake Road with the Surface Skis crew on a greybird photo / video mission. The lack of snowfall has left me with very little to shoot over the last month, and I was eager to get out for the first 'work' day of the season. The light was flat, but the snow was excellent and pillows well-developed, with plenty of protected stashes hiding in the forested shoulder of Joffre Mountain. Just another day in paradise...
Condolences to the friends and families of the two skiers that died doing what they love. May the powder be plentiful in the afterlife.
Atlin may be located south of 60 but is so isolated from the rest of BC that it may as well be a part of the Yukon. There is a real magic to the north - I've traveled to every corner of BC and have never felt the same electrifying attraction as the one that keeps drawing me to my childhood home. The south coast mountains may be where I live, but my heart will always belong to the vast wilderness of the north... I spent the last 5 days visiting family in Atlin and find myself suffering from severe northern withdrawl. No one writes of the Yukon better than Service - I'll leave you with this. Hopefully my vacation snaps do the words some justice.
I wanted the gold, and I sought it, I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy — I fought it; I hurled my youth into a grave. I wanted the gold, and I got it — Came out with a fortune last fall, — Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it, And somehow the gold isn't all.
No! There’s the land. (Have you seen it?) It’s the cussedest land that I know, From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it To the deep, deathlike valleys below. Some say God was tired when He made it; Some say it’s a fine land to shun; Maybe; but there’s some as would trade it For no land on earth — and I'm one.
You come to get rich (damned good reason); You feel like an exile at first; You hate it like hell for a season, And then you are worse than the worst. It grips you like some kinds of sinning; It twists you from foe to a friend; It seems it’s been since the beginning; It seems it will be to the end.
I've stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim; I've watched the big, husky sun wallow In crimson and gold, and grow dim, Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming, And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop; And I've thought that I surely was dreaming, With the peace o' the world piled on top.
The summer — no sweeter was ever; The sunshiny woods all athrill; The grayling aleap in the river, The bighorn asleep on the hill. The strong life that never knows harness; The wilds where the caribou call; The freshness, the freedom, the farness — O God! how I'm stuck on it all.
The winter! the brightness that blinds you, The white land locked tight as a drum, The cold fear that follows and finds you, The silence that bludgeons you dumb. The snows that are older than history, The woods where the weird shadows slant; The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery, I've bade 'em good-by — but I can't.
There’s a land where the mountains are nameless, And the rivers all run God knows where; There are lives that are erring and aimless, And deaths that just hang by a hair; There are hardships that nobody reckons; There are valleys unpeopled and still; There’s a land — oh, it beckons and beckons, And I want to go back — and I will.
They're making my money diminish; I'm sick of the taste of champagne. Thank God! when I'm skinned to a finish I'll pike to the Yukon again. I'll fight — and you bet it’s no sham-fight; It’s hell! — but I've been there before; And it’s better than this by a damsite — So me for the Yukon once more.
There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting; It’s luring me on as of old; Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting So much as just finding the gold. It’s the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder, It’s the forests where silence has lease; It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder, It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.
The Spell of the Yukon, Robert Service
A quick post since I'm rushed for time - I spent the past 2 weeks in Cabo Pulmo, Mexico, where my friend Jake Cohn has an incredible place within spitting distance of the ocean. Not a bad spot for a skier to rehab from season-ending shoulder surgery, eh? That boy leads a rough life, I'll tell you what... I tried to take as much time away from the lens as possible, but eventually the orange glow that filtered through the window every morning pulled me out of bed to shoot as the sun rose. Unfortunately, the time flew by and I'm back in Pemberton, frantically unpacking my vacation bags and gearing up for another field season looking for gold [+copper +molybdenum] in the mountains of British Columbia. One night in my own bed and I'm headed into camp.
A few more photos can be found on my flickr.
When Intersection was announced as a new event for this year's World Ski and Snowboard Festival, I knew it would become one of the premiere events of the festival: 6 film crews would get one week to put together a 5-7 minute ski/snowboard video, all filmed within 100km of Whistler. When I saw the $15,000 top prize and the list of crews competing, I figured it might establish itself as THE event of the festival, in it's first year. My good friends with NuuLife Cinema, Voleurz, and Dendrite Studios were all sure to put together incredible entries, with Family Tree, Videograss, and Toy Soldier Productions rounding out the competition. I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to work with NuuLife on their entry, a piece that showcased Whistler and the surrounding backcountry through the eyes of 4 local photographer: myself, Mike Helfrich, Kieran Brownie, and Mike Jones. I took the crew on a splitboard attempt of the Spearhead Travese - whiteout conditions halted us between Decker and Trorey, forcing us to hunker down there for the night and retreat back to Blackcomb the next day. We regrouped, lightened our packs and spent a full day filming and shooting in far better conditions around Joffre Lakes. You can see from John's pole cam shot in the edit just how good Heartstrings was...
All of the crews put together incredible and diverse entries, particularly Voleurz and Dendrite. I thought our entry had a good shot at winning but the judges awarded the $15,000 to Voleurz.
NuuLife Cinema's entry, "Relatively Unknown"
A couple photos from our poor visibility splitboard missions:
and the winning submission from Voleurz:
Needless to say, Intersection was a HUGE success and will be a marquee event of the festival for years to come.
I'm not feeling particularly wordy but wanted to post a couple photos I shot last week from the summit of Tremor Mountain, the highest point in the Spearhead Range. There are few things as humbling as travelling on skis through big terrain - note the two skiers tackling the spearhead traverse (bottom left) for scale. Tremor was one hell of an adventure and I'm stoked we made it out there - the hourglass is a line I won't be forgetting any time soon. I was quite pleased with how easy the trip was on my splitboard - I can't imagine doing a day trip out to Tremor on snowshoes. Speaking of, anyone want to buy a pair of MSR Denali Evos? I won't be using mine again... ever.
Splitboarding is the answer.
I went on an exploratory day tour on tuesday up to Joffre Lakes with Unofficial Whistler's Jake Cohn. Neither of us had been before but wanted to scope the area because of its excellent and easy access from the Duffey Lake road. A short climb and a couple lake crossings and we at treeline in a riding paradise - steep couloirs and chutes, 1000m glacier descents, massive pillow fields and mature forest presented up and downhill options for any conditions.
We tried to gain access to a great looking couloir but short of booting up the gut, couldn't find an ascent option we were comfortable with and decided to back off to a different line. We were again shut down trying to get on top of the Heartstrings zone when the weather socked in, eliminating our ability to navigate above treeline, in an area with more than enough death-gnar to do around... not the kind of place you want to be moving blind. Entering the line further down the ridge, we were rewarded with a playful and pillowy 600m descent to the valley bottom.
Of note: I was able to ride my split all the way back to the lower lake with ease, making Joffre the most splitboard friendly tour I've done off the Duffey to date. A quick transition to put skins back on, and I was first back to the car - doesn't happen often when touring with skiers! Despite being turned back of our two objectives, our exploratory mission was a great success, and you can bet we'll be back soon...
Wow, where to start? Last week, I was one of 6 photographers chasing the title of "King of Storms" in the 5th Annual Deep Winter Photo Challenge at Whistler-Blackcomb. Leading up to the contest, it was looking like it might end up being the "Deep Freeze" Photo Challenge: high pressure had settled over the area and the long range forecast was not looking promising. Thankfully, Ullr smiled upon the mountains and conjured up a beast of a storm that hit with impeccable timing: each day of the challenge brought a fresh, deep canvas for the photographers to work with.Read More
For a couple years now, my friends have been pushing me to throw my hat into the ring for the annual Deep Winter Photo Challenge, a photography competition that has a reputation for being a fiercely competitive 4 day grind. 2011 marks the fifth round of a contest that has been won 3 years straight by Vancouver-based photographer Jordan Manley. I was shooting in Whistler during last year's contest and mentioned that I'd be interested in competing someday, provided Jordan got tired of winning. [singlepic id=461 w=550 h= float=]Read More
People often complain that I don't have a portfolio (a valid criticism). Well, now I do. You can check it out here as well as the link in the top right of this page. I'm using PhotoShelter to run the site and will be setting up galleries for stock and print sales over the next little while - for now, it's just a portfolio. I have it broken up into Mineral Exploration, Snowboard / Ski, Landscapes and People. Check it out and let me know what you think! Next up, business cards... I picked up a Nikon D7000 last week, and the first big dump of the season in Pemberton gave me a perfect excuse to get out and shoot with my new photo-maker. I tested the low light capabilities in Vancouver last weekend and was blown away by the usability of images up to ISO 6400, but realistically my main application for a camera is landscapes and action in good light so I was anxious to get out and see how the new sensor performed in my typical shooting situation.
All three photos taken with the D7000 / 10.5mm fisheye combo.
I'm quite pleased with the obvious improvements in dynamic range over the D200 that I upgraded from, particularly in shadow detail where I feel that the D200 suffers quite a bit. Image quality is vastly improved in all respects, but given the age of the camera I was upgrading from, that is to be expected.
I haven't done enough shooting to comment much further than that on image quality or functionality of the camera, but my other main observation was just how much smaller it is than the D200. It weighs only 100 grams or so less, but is visibly narrower and shorter than the D200, and fits much better in my small touring/hiking camera bag - I'm pretty excited about the smaller size giving me more packing options for heading into the backcountry.
I'm not a big gear fiend but people do often ask about my equipment and for camera recommendations, so I'll try to share my thoughts on the D7000 over the next couple posts.