Last summer, I did a pretty magical engagement shoot with R & R in the Don Valley. Their cute chemistry and dedication to natural settings had me pretty excited to see what they pulled off for their actual wedding. They didn't disappoint with their decision to have the ceremony at Chicopee, a venue I'd never been to before. Despite my research, I don't think I was properly prepared for how magical their forest wedding felt, and I was thrilled to be able to shoot them in this setting.
On our final day in Algonquin last week, we decided to take in Ragged Falls. When we set out, we had no idea of the madness we would encounter at the actual waterfall...
...and as my buddy and I had shown up packing glass, we were quickly roped into helping to document the feat. Thus, I wound up spending the better part of an hour, clinging to a rockface beneath the slack line, with this view at my feet:
In order to keep myself entertained and to distract from the fact that my feet were quickly turning to blocks of ice, I lost myself in the final battle between winter and spring that was playing out among the moss on the cliff face. Once again, I'd only thought to bring my 35-70mm f2.8, but the archaic thing's marco feature certainly came in handy.
I give you ICE:
I took a trip into The Park with a good friend this past week. As I was coming off a theatrical headshot shoot, I–foolishly–did not think to bring my real telephoto lens with me. Thus, when we stumbled upon two moose (meese?), the best I could bring to bear was a 35-70mm f2.8.
We stayed at The Wolf Den Hostel and Nature Retreat, just outside the West Gate. As I've become pretty good friends with Ben, the hostel's owner, I took some more photos for him while under his roof.
While visiting the Lake District this October, I shot some video alongside photos and cobbled it together into the following. It's a travel music video, I guess, in the tradition of my original Rishiri Climb one. This whole DSLR video thing is really growing on me: particularly the part where you can accurately document what it looks like to walk through those woods or look over the lip of that waterfall.
When my D60 gave me the camera equivalent of the Blue Screen of Death, and a good friend and talented photographer advised me to bite the bullet and buy a better body, I paid little attention to that new body being capable of video. In fact, I may have even exclaimed aloud "who cares about video? I'm buying this thing to take photos!"
So when I started taking brief, documentary-style video clips on our July 2011 climb of Rishiri-zan in northern Hokkaido, it was a lark. I wasn't really sure if they would be any good or what I would use them for...perhaps a dorky little documentary about our climb?
When we returned from the climb, and my teaching partner at my Japanese high school asked me to prepare something for our students, I figured I had time enough to cobble the short video clips together with some photos to make a brief music-video-sort-of-thing that might entertain the students. It was a hurried thing, and I always intended to return to the footage and make something proper and longer.
What came out of the exercise is, to this day, possibly one of the most rewarding bits of video I've ever strung together. This thing still makes me smile now, nearly two years later, and it inspired a series of travel videos when I headed over to Europe that fall.
But this is where I started: my first crack at video. I hope you like it as much as I do.