Note to self

In a different light

“Everything you can imagine is real.”

Pablo Picasso

Traveling near White Pass Summit in British Columbia on a strangely sunny day.

This image was taken with an IR camera, courtesy of Jim Ashcraft.

Sony NEX-7, converted to IR, ISO 12800, 1/4000, f/16

Thank you for letting me play with your camera.

Always chasing the different look, I attempt to see familiar scenes with different eyes. In photography there are a number of approaches that can give your image a fresh look. Visit a particular location at different times, in all seasons, change your viewpoint, take your images with different lenses, vary your settings… Now, an infrared camera gives you a whole new set of eyes. Instead of the visible spectrum, you see the world according to its temperature. To make this world visible to our eyes, magic electronics convert heat into gray tones or false colors. Jim’s camera does the gray scale conversion and boy does it do a great job.

What’s your way to keep a fresh look on things in photography (and real life)?

Note to self

The secret of life…


Slims River, Yukon

“This is the real secret of life:

to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.”

Alan W. Watts

A good reminder. I am living and working in a spectacular place that visitors come to see, paying a good chunk of change. I get to wake up every morning surrounded by tall mountains and a deep fjord. We had a few rainy days, amazing clouds, and blue sky, the whole range. There was fresh salmon, halibut, and shrimp on my dinner plate. I had locally brewed spruce tip beer and I have seen amazing landscapes from the small planes, hiking up mountains, cruising with the ferry…

There is no time to remember all amazing moments of wilderness, solitude, and plain awe.

Kaskawulsh Glacier, Yukon

Kaskawulsh Glacier, Yukon

Flying over the glaciers and rivers in the Kluane region was certainly one of those outstanding moments that get better and better with time. Is it because they were fleeting moments, or because the scenery was out of this world?

Icebergs, Yukon

Icebergs, Yukon

Maybe both.

Enough reminiscing for today. Time to play!

Inside Out

One moment you are happy…

“You are happy for an instant
and then you start thinking again…”

Georgia O’Keeffe

Hiking alone. Good for the body and the soul? I am wondering.

Here I was hiking up Mount Decoeli outside of Haines Junction in the Yukon. Mount Decoeli is with 6,279 ft / 1,914 m the 138th highest mountain in Yukon, no big deal. It is readily accessible from the Alaska highway and promises a great 360 degree view with glimpses to the distant ice fields. It is seven o’clock in the evening when I start hiking from Bear Creek Summit. Not a soul in sight.

Bear scat, willows and alders, a loud creek to begin with. What am I doing here? What if I run into a bear? I am clapping my hiking poles, holler, whistle, and rumble along and across Bear Creek, as much as possible, to stay out of the man-high vegetation. The hike is outside of the Kluane National Park, so I did not have to register with the rangers. Nobody knows where I am, where I am going. Calm down. This is great. This is why I am here. To hike cross-country, finding my own trail…


A few hours later I pick up a faint trail leading into steep scree land. A social path, a wildlife trail? It seems to go in the right direction and the path  makes it much easier to walk on the mountain slope. It’s 10 o’clock. The sun is still up there throwing warm beams of light on the hillsides. Across the valley I see nine dall sheep, inching their way back into the mountains, grazing in places without, at least from the distance, any green.

Finally, the top. More snowy mountains emerge in the West. Nothing seems to be that tall, like viewing Denali from the distance. I do not know that I will fly over these distant mountains in a few days, which leaves me with the feeling of belonging. Not tonight. The sensation of loneliness creeps into my body. Circling thoughts, not exhausted enough to keep the head from spinning. What now, Georgia?

sky over kluane

Georgia O’Keffe had an open marriage with Alfred Stieglitz, a photographer, gallery owner, and magazine publisher. Were they in pursuit of happiness during their unconventional relationship? Benita Eisler described their marriage as “a collusion … a system of deals and trade-offs, tacitly agreed to and carried out, for the most part, without the exchange of a word.” Several hundred portraits of Georgia were taken by Alfred. One notable portrait exists by no other than Ansel Adams, who described Georgia as “psychopathic.”

The nine dall sheep are still grazing on the side of a mountain when I descend around midnight.

It is past two o’clock in the morning, when I stumble back to the car, hungry and tired. A cup of udon needles with sweet carrots fixes the hunger. I sleep in the next morning.

What’s next? Rest, think, hike, worry, repeat…