The Amazon Part 3

That night, after a wonderful dinner filled with fresh fruits and vegetables, we headed out on our a canoe to go searching for caymans. The process began with a slender, knife shaped boat roughly 3 inches above the water, a drunk tour guide, and no lights/verbal communication allowed.

Fun in my eyes, not in the eyes of some.
It is quite amazing that people are actually scared of the dark. I thought, usually, that once you've grown out of those bad Friday the 13th horror films from the 80s, you would pretty much be happy and content with living in a dark scenario. But perhaps I haven't quite explained the darkness of this specific scenario.

Dark isn't when you turn off the lights and you're room goes black and still, as thoughts pour in to your mind about the unknown and unseen. Dark is when you are outside, in the middle of the jungle, on a weak ass, sketchy canoe rolling up the amazon river in search of monsters, listening to living animals being ripped to shreds on the shoreline as the same monsters get their dinner. That is what I mean by dark. I guess I shouldn't judge. I won't judge them, but I will say it was an oxymoron of feelings, terrifying enjoyment.

The first 5 minutes of the dark adventure began with silence, and admiration for the stars as we drifted downriver narrowly escaping the clutches of fallen trees and
piranhas. When you look up at the stars on a clear night in the jungle, it's not like looking up at the stars when you're camping. It is like looking at spilled salt on a black table, but with sections of red, blue, green and other cosmo gases and nebula in space. There is some serious shit up there. I have never seen colour in the sky, nor have I seen galaxy formations. You can see it all! There is no light pollution around (how are you going to get electricity and power into the middle of the fucking jungle?

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Gonzo

The Amazon Part 2

Promptly after arriving at my new home in the jungle, I drained whatever amount of chicken broth that my body would allow and fell asleep. I awoke to my cousin shaking me saying that it was time for our first hike. We were about to embark on a 2 hour hike through a non-distant trail at roughly 9pm when I realized that I was not going to survive carrying my bag. Regrettably, I decided to leave my camera behind and we set off on foot.

Did you know that tarantulas in this part of the jungle are nocturnal. They, like you're average Whistler party hound, don't like the light very much. We were fortunate to run into a few along the trip and much to my delight, my cousin was a bit squeamish. One thing that was extremely notable about this hike was the sounds the jungle made at night. It was reminiscent of those rain forest cds my parents used to play, but with an insane quality boost like that of a good live concert or of a vinyl record. It is a sound that soothes my dreams today.

If you are unlucky enough to be caught in the sun during the day, you'll know what it is like to be in the heat of a conflagration (word of the day). Therefore, we were told by our guide that we should wake up at 5am to begin our day. So, the next day we were up early to canoe up river and hike to an oxbow lake.
On the way there, our tour guide, Hugo, began teaching us about the jungle. Amongst the many fascinating things there are, he told us of this strangler tree that grows from the top down. It spreads in the bird's poo on leaves, and starts growing when the sun hits it. It slowly grows downwards from the tops of trees until it hits the ground. It envelopes the tree beneath it and robs it from nitrogen and solar light, killing it.

It really is a "only the strong survive" mentality in the jungle. Even the trees eat each other.

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Gonzo

The Amazon Part 1

Imagine a place, where there is no electricity, no internet, no phone, and no contact with the outside world. Now imagine a place with almost constant activity. Not the typical human activity like big cities, because even those get quite quiet at night. I am talking about a place that is so vivid and alive, 24 hour a day year round. This place has ants that work around the clock, that are able to cut down an entire 20ft tree in just over a week. There are birds that fly hundreds of kilometers for breakfast. The bugs and insects that have so many different names and responsibilities ring through the night as if it were a concert hall. My short 4 day trip into the Amazon was one of the best experiences I have had in my life.

Day 1 didn't kick off with the best of starts. About 5 hours after I wrote my last blog (a few hours before I had to catch a flight), I was hit with a nasty case of food poisoning. I threw up for 11hours straight, and then passed out when I got to my cabin.


The journey to the Amazon, though spent hugging many different airplane bags, is a beautiful one. It began with a plane ride to Cusco, the highest city in the world, also home to the well known Machu Pichu. Then, another flight to Puerto Madonablo. On the 1.5 hour bus ride from the airport to the port, the scene was almost historic native Canada. It wasn't like any Hollywood movie had ever depicted it to be. A 2 hour motor canoe ride up the river with sights of capivara and exotic birds and I arrived at base camp, a spot I would now call home for the next few days.

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Gonzo

The Embarkment

Lima is a beautiful place. It has been 8 long years since I have visited my family here in Peru. But viewing the world through my 13 year old eyes was nothing compared to how I see it now. The culture, the food, and the extreme disregard to traffic law all came as a a bit of a shock to me.

I really don't have much time to write, because I catch a flight in 6 hours to the Amazon and I need to sleep tonight for the hike tomorrow. I just wanted to get a shot out before I left.

I took this at the Vancouver International Airport while waiting to board my flight to Toronto. This is a random woman on her cell phone in front of a light box with no ad.

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Gonzo

Enlightened Art Show

I just found out that I am having a photo in the Enlightened Art Show exhibition set to happen July 2nd, in Toronto. I am thrilled to hear that they have chosen this shot of Jesmond Dubeau up in the Rainbow Backcountry in Whistler, BC.

On another note. I leave for Lima, Peru tonight and then the Amazon on Saturday. I will be there until I return to Vancouver on June 17, only to leave for Honolulu on the 18th. I could not be more stoked right now. Kind of reminds me of when the ice cream truck used to roll around in the neighbourhood with his music going.

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Gonzo

The Jitters

Every now and then, I encounter a situation that is out of my control. I am not talking about your usual cops showing up and busting a session. What I am talking about is a case of "the jitters".

The people that choose to put themselves in front of my lens all know that I like to keep things as stress free as possible. I never push them to do things they don't want to do and I rarely ask them to redo something. Usually when they redo something, it was their decision because they didn't like the style. So basically, I try to be on my game, so they have one less thing to worry about while they're doing theirs.

But, it is not always that easy. There's more to getting a photo than setting up lights and going click. The people themselves have a huge mental game to go through every time they decide to essentially throw themselves down things in a graceful, yet stylistic manner. Occasionally, you hit a mental block, and there is nothing you can do about it. But you know what, I am cool with that. I still get to spend an evening with my friends, and my camera.

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Gonzo

Do you stand on your toes?

A new phenomenon is taking part in different countries all over the world. It's called "Toe Standers". And what started out as a facebook group, has now grown to a full website with members from over 10 different countries.

Toe Standers are a collective group of individuals who believe they literally need to stand on their toes in every photo. It is a must, and the more creative the spot the more praise from the community. There are even photos of people atop the Eiffel tower in Paris and underwater while scuba diving. Their creativity almost has an artistic merit.

One night in February, while the snow was shit, and the weather was less than favorable, Darren from Voleurz and I were out together on a shoot. While Nugget and Caleb were both warming up, and I was just about to fire my first test shot, Darren left his camera and walked right into my frame. I didn't think much of it at the time, because it was just a test shot. Nuggest drops in for an ollie, Darren leans into a mean toe stand, and I snap my first photo of the night. After I took the shot, Darren exclaimed "There are no standards for Toe Standers!"

Shit, now I've been caught taking a photo of a Toe Stander.

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Gonzo