Friday, May 17, 2013
New Blog!
Hello fellow followers,
I know it's been a long time. And I'm sorry for that. My life has taken an adult turn and I feel like I've been neglecting the more spiritual, inner writer in myself over the last few months. But! I am trying to be back on my blog, and will start to write more about adventures that I take, because life seems to be just a never ending adventure.
My first adventure, that I hope you will all support me on, is my new blog! I've decided to separate my photography from my personal blog and have created Mountain Ash Photography. I've now done 15 photography sessions and created www.mountainashphotography.blogspot.com as a sort of professional approach to that element of my life.
If you would be so kind as to follow my new blog, it would be so greatly appreciated! I could use the support, and in turn I will follow you with Mountain Ash Photography.
And remember, if you like to look at yourself, or your child, or your partner in crime, I can take pictures of them now! For a not-so-outrageous price. I promise.
Thanks fellow followers!
Yours in blogging,
Jesse
I know it's been a long time. And I'm sorry for that. My life has taken an adult turn and I feel like I've been neglecting the more spiritual, inner writer in myself over the last few months. But! I am trying to be back on my blog, and will start to write more about adventures that I take, because life seems to be just a never ending adventure.
My first adventure, that I hope you will all support me on, is my new blog! I've decided to separate my photography from my personal blog and have created Mountain Ash Photography. I've now done 15 photography sessions and created www.mountainashphotography.blogspot.com as a sort of professional approach to that element of my life.
If you would be so kind as to follow my new blog, it would be so greatly appreciated! I could use the support, and in turn I will follow you with Mountain Ash Photography.
And remember, if you like to look at yourself, or your child, or your partner in crime, I can take pictures of them now! For a not-so-outrageous price. I promise.
Thanks fellow followers!
Yours in blogging,
Jesse
Thursday, October 11, 2012
One time, been in love one time
Had the pleasure of shooting my childhood friend Michelle and her boyfriend Jeremy last week. They are expecting their first child in just over a month! This shoot was particularly fun as we got to go to the Annex Park and then to the Hosmer mine site, both great places for photoshoots! Congrats you two, can't wait to take photos when the little monster arrives. xoxo.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Baby's first photoshoot (mine too)
My first family/baby photoshoot, taken in Rexford, Montana at a friend's cabin. This little munchkin made my job seem pretty easy, as he's quite possibly the most adorable thing I have ever had the pleasure of shooting. Congrats to the new family. And remember, I'm now staying in Fernie and am open to doing many, many other photos!
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Acatenango & Fuego in Guatemala
I wrote this after coming back from our trip to Central America, in the hopes that I'd find someone willing to publish it. That time has since passed, and it now feels like the right time to put in up on my blog. Especially since the volcano at hand is currently erupting in a violent rage of ash, debris and lava. To all of our friends in Guatemala, we hope you are safe. Thank you Rolando for taking us up the volcano!
Fuego Volcano, left, with Acatenango on the right. Late-night eruption. |
It’s not yet dawn and I’m trudging through a dry cornfield in rural
Guatemala. The stars flicker overhead and the only leading lights are the lamps
we wear on our heads. With a local guide to lead us through the maze, my
partner Ben Ross and I begin our ascent up one of the largest stratovolcanoes
in the country, Acatenango Volcano, and we began early to avoid machete-wielding
banditos in the hills. Fallen cornstalks crunch beneath our feet as we make our
way over the crumbling soil path; I’m already exhausted and it’s a long way to
the summit. But this is hiking in Guatemala—it’s strenuous, remote and the land
is virtually untouched.
Early morning mist coming off the volcanoes as we begin our hike. |
Three hours later past quiet hillside farmland, vine-engulfed forest,
and long grass mounds, Julio Rolando Menchu, our guide, points to the sky with
his gloved hand just as we reach the top of Acatenango’s lower peak, Yepocapa.
“Escuchar,” he says in Spanish. Listen.
Clad in a bright blue Colombia sweatshirt that looks like it was made for the
1980s, and wearing a pair of Timberland hiking boots, Julio and this volcano
are old friends. Born and raised in the nearby colonial city of Antigua, he has
been summiting the 13,015-foot Acatenango for more than two decades. As he
points, a thunderous rumble echoes around us. I look to Julio and leap into the
air; we’ve just heard the reason we’re hiking Acatenango. It’s twin sister
peak, Fuego Volcano, is active and erupting in a smoking rage. With Julio as
our guide, we hike closer to the summit and closer to towering over the 12,346-foot
Fuego—the fire volcano.
Climbing through the long grass on the side of Acatenago. Bottom: feeling heat from the hot vents of the volcano. |
Earlier Ben and I had been touring the streets of Antigua. For the last
month we’d been backpacking through the lower Mexican states, and the north and
north-central regions of Guatemala, finally arriving in Antigua in the middle
of October to study Spanish; the city is renowned for its multitude of Spanish
schools. Antigua, the original capital of Guatemala, sits in the Central
Highlands region and is surrounded by three prominent volcanoes: Acatenango,
Fuego and Agua. The city itself is bustling with artisan markets and astounding
cathedrals, and is considered a “must-visit destination” by Lonely Planet.
After arriving, though, we quickly realized that Spanish school would not be
enough to satisfy us. We wanted to hike a volcano.
After watching smoke billowing from the crater of Fuego while standing
on the roof of our hostel one night, we decided to hike Acatenango—it was the
closest we could get to the actual volcanic activity. Ben’s desire to hike the
volcano alone rapidly died once we recognized the remoteness of Acatenango. The
trail is far more removed from the beaten path than the popular two-hour hike
up nearby Pacaya Volcano. Finding the trailhead and maneuvering through the
high-elevation forests would be impractical and possibly dangerous on our own.
We visited several tour companies in town to inquire about the cost of a guide.
Julio ran into us on the street; wearing his Guatemalan tourist guide
authorization around his neck, he offered to lead Ben and I up Acatenango that
Sunday on his own. He did not need other hikers; the two of us would suit him
just fine.
Back on the hike, past the cornfields and rows of planted cauliflower,
we sit for a few moments near an empty, dilapidated farmer’s hut to regain our
strength, eat, and watch the sun rise. To the northwest, Atitlan Volcano, at 11,598
feet, protrudes the morning mist and towers above the surrounding Guatemalan
farmland. To the east, Agua Volcano watches over the city of Antigua. Behind us
rests Acatenango. The sun hasn’t warmed the north flank where we climb and
frost still encrusts the trail.
“Where are the banditos?” I ask Julio, who carries a machete strapped to
his back. After drawing us a map of the trail the day before, he informed us
that we would be leaving at 3:30 a.m. to avoid an untimely encounter with
banditos who may try to rob us.
“They are sleeping. It’s too early!” he says, and laughs before hiking
again.
We make our way higher now, where the heavy rains of the wet season has
turned the trail into a drainage ditch. Although the possibility of landslides
and debris flows generated by heavy rainfall exists, the sun is out and it
hasn’t rained for days. With every step forward we slide backwards; the soil is
so soft that the weight of our bodies creates miniature landslides beneath our
feet. At times we are crawling on our hands and knees reaching for old tree
roots to help pull us upwards, or grabbing for Julio’s hand when he offers it.
We follow him as he switchbacks through the ditch, surrounded by thigh-high
grassland and old forest pines. Bright-red Indian paintbrushes peek through the
grass. The forest is bare up here—what would once have been an abundance of
green pine was reduced to skeletal tree stumps by a forest fire a few years
ago. Now it is ghostly; each dead pine watches as we weave in and out at their
bases, treading over rugged territory that seldom sees people.
Ben next to one of the four craters of Acatenango. Bottom: our guide Rolando in front of Acatenago. |
Of the 33 volcanoes scattered across Guatemala, the Fuego-Acatenango
massif (group of mountains) incorporates at least five volcanic vents as a part
of the Ring of Fire. This includes Acatenango’s northern summit Yepocapa, the
larger summit of Pico Mayor, and Fuego. All have a rich history of volcanic
eruptions. Acatenango activity has been recorded as far back as 1924, and in 1972
a series of phreatic explosions from the saddle between Pico Mayor and Yepocapa
produced ballistic bombs and heavy ash that fell as far as 25 kilometres away.
Fuego, Spanish for fire, has erupted more than 60 times since 1524, some of
which were Subplinian—emitting large amounts of gas and ash—and Strombolian, or
short-lived explosions. It is considered one of the most active volcanoes in
the world and has enveloped nearby Antigua and Guatemala City, nine miles
southwest, in ash several times.
However, living near one of the most active volcanoes in the world does
not deter the people of Antigua. As we near the summit of Yepocapa, I pause for
a few seconds to catch my breath. Julio asks if I am feeling well.
“Absolutely,” I say, breathing hard but finding a hidden energy to
continue. My legs no longer ache the way they did in the cornfield.
“The mountain gives you energy to climb, you can feel it inside you,” he
says, placing his hand on his chest. Julio tells us what Guatemalans in Antigua
believe: volcanoes are protectors of the people. While the rest of Guatemala
experiences flooding and landslides during the wet season, Antigua is tranquil
and impregnable. The volcanoes provide fertile soil that gives Guatemalans a
chance to survive where they do. The volcanoes give the people of Antigua
strength. Perhaps it is the same strength, as Julio says, that carries me
further up the volcano. That, and the sugar gummies he feeds me at every stop.
At 42, Julio hikes with no less vigor and self-assurance than he would
if he were 20 and just beginning his guiding career. He has no record, he says,
for the number of times he has hiked Acatenango and the other volcanoes. He is
faster and more agile than Ben and I, who are both nearly half his age and
trail behind him sloth-like.
We reach the saddle—called La Horqueta—that acts as a barrier between
Yepocapa and Pico Mayor, and as I walk on flat ground for the first time in
four hours I gaze ahead at the collapse scar of Acatenango. Four craters that
run vertically from the top of Pico Mayor stare back at me, parading the power
that the volcano contains within it. The smallest is at the base of Pico Mayor
and is the size of a large swimming pool. To the south is the perfectly
cylindrical Agua, 650 feet shorter than Acatenango. Just over the summit is the
fire volcano—Fuego. We can’t see it, but we know it’s there; smoke lays
suspended above the summit overhead. Julio points to where we will begin our
final ascent, on the left side along the edge of the collapse scar where the
rock is more stable. We start up again past the butter-yellow flowers that grow
in patches along the saddle, bursts of yellow that paint the hillside.
The air is thin and my breath heavy as we near the summit of Pico Mayor.
Julio and Ben round the top as I trudge slowly behind, counting every 25 steps
before breaking for a few seconds. Volcanic scoria conceals the path and slides
easily beneath my feet, clear evidence of past gaseous eruptions. I look up at
Julio, who has just reached the summit with Ben.
“Aqui, aqui, Jessica!” yells Julio. He motions with his hand to come
towards him. You’re almost there.
As I emerge from the trail onto the summit, I stand on the brink of the
crater of Pico Mayor. It dips shallow but stretches as far as the length of two
football fields, blanketed with small volcanic rocks. It’s 13,015 feet above
sea level, five-and-a-half hours high above Guatemala. Exposed, unguarded, and
beautiful. We stand above the clouds up here. Although their fluffy whiteness
moves up the slopes of Fuego they cannot creep high enough to devour it. White
smoke emerges from the summit crater and suddenly a large plume billows into
the air.
At the top of Acatenango watching Fuego erupt. Best day of my life. |
“Jessica, Jessica!” yells Julio as he reaches for my camera, signaling
for Ben and I to get together for a picture. “One, two, three,” he says,
counting before each photograph he takes and instructing us where to stand so
that Fuego is behind us.
We round the crater and reach the south end of Pico Mayor, the closest
point to Fuego. Sitting amongst large boulders, we stare at Fuego and eat our
lunch. We’ve just arrived in an outdoor theatre to witness the power of plate
tectonics, except the volcano we watch erupt isn’t on a high definition screen
being filmed thousands of miles away—it’s nearer than two-and-a-half miles, and
we can feel the ground shake beneath us during eruptions. Even at its quietest,
hot gases spew from a small vent on the northern flank, the red and black rock
swallowing up vegetation that inches upwards on the steep slope.
“This is your job,” I say to
Julio. I envy him. He says he is fortunate. Most Guatemalans in Antigua never
get the chance to hike where he does: Pacaya, Fuego, Acatenango, Agua. He has
conquered them all. And still, at the summit, he has the same look of amazement
that we do, as if it were the first time he’s stood on the edge of Acatenango’s
crater, watching an erupting volcano.
We walk across the summit crater and begin the climb down Pico Mayor an
hour later. We are reluctant to leave but the sun will set in only a few hours.
Julio stops for a moment, puts his hand into a shallow hole in the ground—there
is many around us—and tells us to do the same. The holes are searing hot with
steam rising out as though from the spout of a teakettle. I imagine a fiery
chamber broiling beneath Acatenango, a sleeping giant not yet ready to show
Guatemala its fury, but still a strong protector of Antigua below.
We continue down through dead pine forest and tall grassland before
reaching the cornfield, where white calla lilies grow in clusters among the
corn stalks. When we reach the trailhead that opens to a lonesome dirt road,
Ben and I sit to undo our hiking boots as Julio walks around a corner, looking
for a truck that will take us back to Antigua. A long-skirted Guatemalan woman
and her two daughters walk past us and up the road, bundles of chopped wood
balanced on their heads.
Julio waves down a passing truck and with an okay from the driver, we
jump into the canvassed back. We join a few men and woman who look surprised to
see Ben and I, flashing us hesitant smiles as we sit among them on empty crates
once filled with lettuce leaves. Exhaustion has invaded my muscles, and dust
rushes up from the back wheels covering our bags, our clothes, and filling our
lungs each time we breath. Even so, the dirt feels good. Watching a volcano erupt and riding in the back of a pick-up
truck: this is Guatemala.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Keep Me Grounded: Stacey & Andy
My third wedding, and the first in Fernie. What a beautiful place for a wedding, and on the September long weekend, no less! The weather was perfect, the location amazing, and the bride and groom mad for each other. Thanks Stacey and Andy for being such a pleasure to shoot! Congratulations to you both.
"Being deeply in love with someone gives you strength, while being deeply loved by someone gives you courage."
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Family Funnies
It's always nice to take a little time away from shooting other people's families, and take some photos of your own. We went to the park today with the tripod and had some fun. And we're goofy. Because all great families are. It's so nice to see us all together, even if it's for such a short time. The Bells!
"Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family: whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one." Jane Howard
A little different
"Be daring, be different, be impractical. Be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary." Cecil Beaton
A year ago I had imaged myself as a writer, publishing stories in some big or small newspaper and enjoying late nights with a glass of wine in front of my computer. I had been painting houses all summer and was dying to travel, to take in different culture and open my eyes to the world I had felt so sheltered from.
When I arrived home three months later, my personal ideology and hopeful career moves had changed.
Sure, I love to write. And sometimes when you manage to find yourself in just the right state of mind, writing can be calming and creative, even therapeutic. As a writer you can create different worlds, discover stories about people you never imaged even had stories to tell. But upon returning home I had no desire to write for the local newspaper and cover city council meetings. There was no challenge in it for me.
And then I got a job as a child and youth care worker with a fantastic society in Fernie designed to help individuals who need extra support or mentoring. I had no formal training. I believe I was hired based strictly on character (I say this humbly). It's been seven months, and I have never been so satisfied with working in my life.
The little man and I at Zajac Ranch for Children's autism week. |
In particular, this past July I was asked by the mother of one of my clients to join her son at the Zajac Ranch for Children. It was a week-long autism camp and I would be going as a PSW (personal support worker). After agreeing to go and driving the 15 hours to Mission, B.C., I spent five days with my client and his fellow campers. I had worked with this particular client for the last six months, but it wasn't until we went to camp together that we shared our first hug.
That in itself was worth the trip. But then I met other campers who--like everyone else--faced their separate challenges. I had kids who would ask me for help or come to me when they were upset, and even the counselors made me feel welcome and invited. On the last night of camp, as individual counselors were being 'punished' with buckets of water and chips covered in maple syrup, I too was summoned to the stage by one of our campers "for being too beautiful." I learned more in those five days about acceptance, patience and understanding than one person is likely to get in their entire lifetime.
Face paint and a bucket of water. Camp is fun. |
So while I still work as a freelance journalist with a monthly column in a local magazine, and I am trying to pursue more of a career as a photographer, in the last seven months I've discovered a little bit about myself. I've discovered that most people choose a field of study and after graduating they wind up doing something entirely different. Or at least, something they weren't expecting to do. And I've discovered that all people have their own challenges. I've also discovered that I'm different from who I thought I would be.
And different is okay. In fact, it's encouraged.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Baby Isabella May
When an old friend comes to visit and brings a new baby, you have you take pictures. Nathalie used to babysit my sister and I when we were young, and to see her with a daughter of her own is simply special. Isabella loved the sound of the shutter in my camera when I took her photos, and she layed patiently on the blanket, even throwing in a few smirks for good measure.
I'm slowly learning what works for me as a photographer, and it's nice to have such a pretty little thing to practice on. I can't wait to watch her grow! Congrats Nat and Simon.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
I loved her first: Wade & Erin's wedding
As far as weddings go, they are emotional and moving. As far as weddings of those you care about go, they are filled with more love than one can sometimes believe; even if there are only 20 people present. Erin and Wade were married last Saturday and it was the most beautiful wedding I've yet had the pleasure of being a part of.
My second wedding shoot, my first in the prairies. Congratulations Wade and Erin! Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your incredible day.
"Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale." - Anonymous
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