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I see through mountaineering glasses

I don’t wear ski goggles.  They annoy me.  Instead, whenever I go into the mountains I wear my beat up, $15 pair of glacier glasses.  Even in raging snowstorms in the backcountry, I wear this trusty pair.


Yet, each time I take a picture, I normally take off my glasses to see the world in its true colors.  Then, when I get home, I process those images to reflect the bright whites and blues that I see in wilderness.

Even though this may be what the camera sees, this isn’t the world that I see.

Last week, the dry winter in the Sierra finally relented.  For a week, storm after storm dropped feet of snow, building up a nice base and bringing one of 2012’s few powder days.  Naturally, I dropped everything and headed straight for the hills as soon as the skies cleared, camera in hand.  I spent a few days near Tahoe–one at Alpine Meadows, the other in the Mt. Rose backcountry.  While I was in line at Alpine I thought, “hmm, wouldn’t it be cool to capture the experience of milking the powder in a dry year though my eyes, those covered by a beat up pair of yellow mountaineering glasses?”

The following images are just that: my friends and companions riding as much fresh snow in and out-of-bounds around Tahoe in one of the driest years in memory, but through yellow-tinged eyes that I wear everyday in the mountains.


Richard looks up the hill, anxiously awaiting his first chair on a bluebird, perfect powder day.

The mountain didn’t remain virgin for long…

An unknown boarder leaves his mark on the mountain on his first run.

Richard Mack drops in for his first turns.

Richard Mack drops in off a ridge eager to find his own fresh turns.  From here out, we charged:

As we worked through the day, the fresh powder became ever harder to find and the heat of the sun thickened it into powdery crust.

We refused to quit…

The following day we headed out into the backcountry in hopes of finding great snow high and in the trees near Mt. Rose.  My buddy, Paul, came along for his first day out in the BC in a few years.  Having sold his ski setup, he joined Richard for the snowshoe slog.

Late afternoon light looked as pretty as ever streaming through the trees on our ascent.

And after a few hours of skinning and postholing in snowshoes, the crew finally reached a high ridge on Incline Lake Peak.

That’s right, boys.  You made it.  Soak it up.

And now the reward: a descent into the trees with the high desert behind you.

Paul grabs his first turns of the season.

And Richard cleans up.

As we drive back home, the late evening light paints the sky above Lake Tahoe and the surrounding basin.


Golden Gate Reflections

Dry Winter

This year has been rough for winter sports in the Sierra.  As I write this, most areas have received between 20%-40% of their typical snowfall.  The drought has crippled the winter economy in areas like Mammoth and Tahoe, and it’s definitely made shooting backcountry skiing and snowboarding more challenging.

Despite the challenge, there still have been a few good days out there.  This past week I spent a few days with a friend around Donner Pass near Truckee, and I was able to get in some good turns through the trees and some fun shots of him boarding in the backcountry.  Getting up in the mountains was such a great change of pace.  Recently, I’ve felt like all I shoot is the Bay Area and surfing.  I’m not complaining, but I’ve been itching to breathe some cold air, hear the rhythm of my skis and breath as I hike up the snow and see the world transformed under a blanket of white.  This week, although the storms were small, I did get my wish.

Eric Gillespie gets in some evening turns at last light.

Spires, sun and snow

Eric Gillespie launches over Castle Peak

Winter sunset

Winter sunset

Mavericks Opens for 2012 with Arrival of Massive Northwest Swell

Last week swells came in and set off Mavericks, prompting the opening of the season.  Thanks to an invite from Ken Collins “Skindog”, I was able to score a spot on a boat with other photographers to shoot the massive waves.  Hats off to Skindog for the incredible opportunity to witness such beauty and power, and capture the moments to tell the story.

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A Day at Mavericks

Today I went out to Mavericks to shoot the big wave surfers for the first time.  I learned a few things: I need a larger lens, boat and to arrive early in the morning for the best light.  All the same, I still had some fun shots:

Alamere Falls, Pt. Reyes National Seashore

December Around the Bay

This past month I haven’t been to the mountains once.  The snow has not come and it still looks like it might be weeks away.  More time around the Bay has turned my eye towards the beauty of my city.  Here are some of my favorite images from the past month.

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Letting subjects dictate technique

The past few weeks have been hectic.  The holidays are fast approaching, I’m moving to a new apartment in San Francisco and I’m getting more and more work shooting.  Nearly 8 months after deciding to devote myself to my photography and the outdoors, I’m beginning to make a living with my skills without setting foot in an office.  Each day there are new mountains to climb–both literal and figurative– but looking back over the past few months, real progress is being made.

This past week after sitting at my desk editing scores of photos and organizing my boxes for the move, I got out away from the computer and headed out to Crissy Field to shoot some kiteboarders and get some fresh air. My surfing partner, Paul, is a kiter and with the big Santa Ana’s that blew last week, he was interested to see how things looked on the Bay.

We didn’t make it out til sunset and we arrived to quickly fading light.  I took a few shots attempting to freeze the fast moving athletes in their surroundings, but my ISO was so high, 6400, that noise and soft edges made the shots distracting and unappealing.

First shot: grainy and soft

After a few more mediocre shots and remembering that I had forgotten my tripod to shoot landscapes, frustrated, I nearly put the camera away.  Then I thought more about my subjects, what they were doing and what made the scene special and fun to watch: the high winds and fast moving athletes.  To bring this feeling out of my images, I didn’t need a fast shutter speed; I needed a slow one, a steady hand and some luck.

I changed gears and began shooting:

Eventually, I lost all usable light and the grain from the high ISO came back into the equation.  I shot a few more frames, then packed up and called it a day, stoked for a fun afternoon of shooting and glad that I had taken pause to reflect on the scene and switch up my technique to better communicate what drew my eye to the scene.



Wilderness moves us.  Our emotion towards the grandeur, drama and purity of wild places lurks in the background of our consciousness, embedded in our genes as a species.  Wilderness calms and inspires us, bringing us back to the sacred and pure elements from which we once emerged.  When we return to wilderness today, it liberates and purifies–the most elemental resource for our being, we are never independent from its influence.

Yet beautiful and pure wilderness around the world is ever more scarce.  These scenes from California and Patagonia are still wild and protected–just barely.   Even wilderness with legal protection faces the challenges of becoming fouled by growing pressure for resource exploitation.  And those places still far off from drills, pollution and tourists experience the limitless destruction of global climate change.  Nothing stands alone and pristine.  The expansive grandeur, purity and freedom of our elemental wilderness is…  limited.

Yosemite Valley, Spring Storm, 2011. Faint evening light illuminates Yosemite Valley after a stormy spring day.

Half Dome in Evening Glow, 2008. Bathed in late fall light, Half Dome glows just before dusk from the Yosemite High Country.

Coastal Calm, 2011. Waves and twilight paint the California Coast. San Mateo County, California.

Desert Sage, Sunrise, 2011. Dawn illuminates the skies above the Owens Valley. Eastern Sierra, California.

Crevasse on Osorno Glacier, Sunrise, 2011. Sunrise illuminates a crevasse and the Patagonian Andes from the Osorno Volcano. Patagonia, Chile.

Morning Reflections, Fitz Roy, 2011. A rare, clear, calm morning reflects Mount Fitz Roy in Laguna de los Tres. Parque Nacional de los Glaciares, Patagonia, Argentina.

(Wilderness): Expose Coming to the Monks Kettle

Great news!  Starting on November 16, I will be displaying my work at the Monks Kettle in the Mission.  I’ve spent the last several weeks out in the field shooting and back in the City editing, writing and printing.  All of the images at the restaurant will be available for purchase.  Come on by over the holiday season, have some amazing beer and check it out!

For those of you not able to make it to Monks, you can see the essay and images here on the blog.  Enjoy!

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