Photostory: Rainy Camping

Brianna Shade
I'll be frank.  It's kind of miserable camping in the rain. As most of you should know by now, I am preparing for a big backpacking trip in July.  I am going to Alaska to shoot bears (not that kind of shooting - this is a photography blog, folks).  And if…
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Come Mud or High Water

Brianna Shade
This has been an unusually wet winter for us.  It's May, and we're only just beginning to see some truly sunny days.  It's been cold and dreary and miserable. This does not make for good photographic conditions. What's a photographer to do?   (more…)
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WC: A Green Backpacker

Brianna Shade
I am very excited.  In a few months, I will embark on an amazing journey by train, bush plane, and backpack to photograph bears in Alaska. I can't believe I even considered possibly saying no. Here's the deal.  I don't really do much wildlife photography.  Sure, I catch the occasional…
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Arches: The Most Amazing Day

Brianna Shade
Our first day in Arches wowed us with nature's splendor and the phenomenal discovery of these gravity-defying works of natural art. Our second day revealed to us the remarkable playground of the Fiery Furnace and saw us delve deeper into the park. But the third day?  The adage says "third…
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Tundra Hiking

Brianna Shade
We didn't have any firm plans when we were in Grand Lake, but between canoeing and moose, my dad insisted we go on a tundra hike.  This is a unique type of hike, because you're above treeline, and the surroundings are very different from those we're used to at lower…
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Stanley Park

Brianna Shade
One of the highlights of our brief jaunt in Vancouver was Stanley Park, a vast, 1001-acre public park that dominates the peninsula north of downtown Vancouver.  It's mostly old, dense forest (many trees are hundreds of years old), and it features bike paths and trails spidering throughout.  It's understandably a popular…
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Hiking Season

Brianna Shade
I used to hate hiking.  Perhaps it was too grueling for someone out of shape.  Perhaps I didn't like always being left behind because I walked slowly.  Perhaps it was because a "hike" meant an arduous vertical ascent for two thousand feet, collapsing at the top with water that tastes…
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