brokenfish Photography: Blog en-us (C) Norm Prince (brokenfish Photography) Wed, 04 Apr 2018 18:57:00 GMT Wed, 04 Apr 2018 18:57:00 GMT brokenfish Photography: Blog 84 120 Two trains running This chasing the boat adventure went off the tracks, and I’ve left you trapped in St. Davids, Wales for a long while… though Christmas in Wales might have been interesting!

Just to remind you, while at a Lyle Lovett concert last March (2017), he closed with If I Had a Boat, which reminded me of all these images of boats I started to make on a trip to Wales, Scotland, Ireland and The Netherlands. Writing about this trip has made me review my images, I haven’t printed or edited very many of them.

I’ve learned that I have to get these written blogs posted quicker, and maybe shorter, but I want to finish the trip, I’ve already edited photos for all the posts.

A bit of order on the LakeA bit of order on the Lake We’re up early, it’s an hour by car to the train station in Milford Haven. We’re taking two trains, a ten-hour trip to end up in Edinburgh, Scotland in the late afternoon. This time we’re organized and have packed food for the trip, which turns out to be a good move for us. The first train is crowded, and I end up in the back of the car, Kyla has managed to lay claim to a pod of four chairs, leaving me on the search for a single seat. This turns out to be a great move for me, for we’re introduced to a British tradition for the 3-hour ride to Leeds, where we change trains. Seated almost across from Kyla’s seats is a group of young women, all dressed in camo, with one older woman in tow. Turns out this is a Hen Party, the female version of a stag. They spend the trip playing silly games that always seem to end in drinking wine.

We switch trains, and are now on one run by Richard Branson of Virgin fame, who knew that besides music, phones and airplanes, he ran trains! We’d booked what we thought was a quiet car, but find out that the system has broken down. Not only is the car not quiet, but there are people sitting in our reserved seats. The conductor makes a brief appearance and mutters something about a computer glitch, and directs us to take whatever seats we can find. Turns out, we’re in luck, and we find ourselves all over the car, and it’s not quiet. But the trip gets interesting as at each stop new passengers board, assuming that they have reservations and find there are no seats to be had, and there isn’t any sign of a Virgin employee at all! We suffer through the final 45 minutes of the trip with a group of oil company employees who don’t have seats but entertain us with loud stories of their golf games as they pass food around to each other. Thankfully, we roll into Edinburgh on time!

All the mod consAll the mod cons This trip is prior to the spread of AirB&B, and we’ve rented an apartment close to the train station, via the internet. All we have is an address and a name of a person who is going to meet us at 5 pm with the key. There go the five of us, suitcases in hand, making our way to the address. I’m a bit wary of the situation, but we finally get there, and there’s the person with the key in hand. And to make the end of the trip a bit interesting, we’re on the fifth floor with no elevator!

Kyla and I are off on a mission, we have to buy groceries for the gang, we’re just hoping to find enough for dinner and breakfast, the rest of the food will come later. I’ve got my camera in hand, and we’re off, and I soon discover a gem, just behind our apartment is the Lothian and Borders police station, where one of my favourite literary characters, DI John Rebus, worked. We come across a Tesco and are soon stocked up with food.

A brush with the pastA brush with the past It’s a packed three day trip to Scotland, I get a surprise on the first day, the girls have booked a John Rebus tour of Edinburgh. We start at the Royal Oak, on a rainy, cold June day, too early for me to start with a Scotch or a beer. There’s a good-sized group, and the guide is not only an avid Ian Rankin fan, he is also well versed in the history of Edinburgh. Though, after an hour or so of dodging the rain underneath overhangs, I wonder why I’m gazing up into the window of a police station, while the guide tells me that Detective Rebus works out of that office. He’s a character in a detective series, not a real copper!

Shadows at playShadows at play Day two we’re off on a day tour, I organized this, so I’m hoping that it works out! We’re in a 14 passenger bus for the ride., and it turns out to be much more interesting than I thought it would be, we’re in a small group of ten, and the tour guide/driver has a grand sense of humour. It’s a long day, but we manage to visit two castles, the home of the Duke of Argyll, Loch Loman and then back to Edinburgh.

No boats, it’s a quick visit, and it’s certainly on the list to revisit. We’re up early the next morning, our last day in Scotland. We spend the day roaming about Edinburgh, the weather cooperated and we had a wee bit of sun! The final day, we’re up early and it’s a long bus and ferry ride to Larne, North Ireland.

And since we’re close to the coast, there should be many boats in the lens.

Standing guardStanding guard

]]> (brokenfish Photography) argyll brokenfish photography castle dory edinburgh loch loman scotland Wed, 04 Apr 2018 18:56:31 GMT
All along the pipeline, warriors keep the view....
I was one of those who came and went last Saturday, joining thousands who came together on a sunny winter’s day on Burnaby Mountain

That ringing alarm at 4:00 am was going off by many beds on the Island, as we all made our way to the 6:15 am ferry from Nanaimo to Horseshoe Bay. The closer we got to the terminal, the heavier the traffic became, including small groups of pedestrians starting to run to beat the ten minute cut off for tickets. Parking was hampered by construction, but we find a spot. The line up for tickets was to the door, and moving slowly. BC Ferries mustn’t have been aware of the protest on Burnaby Mountain, but they managed to get everyone on board!

The noseThe noseThis sign followed us from Nanaimo, to Lake Central and up the hill! And it was crowded, you could feel the energy. Protest signs resting on the ground, next to small groups talking about how to get to Lake Central Skytrain Station, the meeting place for the  Protect The Inlet march. Our small group is organized, Terry is off to the bookstore to buy Transit passes for the three of us, I’m chatting with a group from Port Alberni, they have charted a bus to meet them in Horseshoe Bay, and meet a couple from Fanny Bay who don't know which buses to catch! Richard is chatting with another fellow from Dogwood about the march. Taking a walk around the main deck, and these meetings are going on in every corner of the lounge. I stop by the cafeteria and listen to the truck drivers. Sitting with their coffee, breakfast and log books out, they can’t figure out what’s going on, but they’ve lost their usual table, and they aren’t very happy about that!

Swimming throughKiller Whales join the crowdNot the ones escorting the ferry, but they made their way up the hill with the crowd.

I make my way back to my seat, making notes and reading. I look up and the sun is coming up over the Vancouver skyline, and there’s not a cloud in the sky. The PA rattles, and the captain is announcing that we have a pod of killer whales on either side of the ferry, a sure sign of a glorious day! And then I hear it, “What a bunch of assholes, taking a dieseled powered ferry, riding in cars and buses to protest an existing pipeline.” And she continues, even louder over her coffee, her partner nodding in agreement. She’s looking around for an argument, surrounded by signs and people heading to the March. Perhaps they're heading to the pro-pipeline rally?  I almost bite, but comment on what a nice day it is, and had she seen the whales along the starboard side of the ship?”

As we exit the ferry, the parking lot is full of chartered school buses, and a long line for the 257 Express, we can tell we aren’t going to make that one, even though it’s one of the articulated buses. But like clockwork, an empty one rolls up behind and we’re off. From our perspective, it seems that everyone is headed to the March. Signs have been rolled up, poles under seats, backpacks held on laps, it’s standing room only. At the Burrard Street stop, most of the bus exits, heading to the Skytrain station, Expo line for four stops, then switch to the Millennium Line to the Lake City station. Our group has continued to grow, and while some of the signs seem familiar, the faces aren’t. Young, old, older and many families have joined the crowd. We spent most of the time on the last train standing, talking with one of the nurses who would be working on the sides of the March. And by now I can’t find any of the faces we left with from the Ferry!

The Skytrain empties...The Skytrain empties...

As the train pulls in to the Lake City station, the crowd is visible, we’re there well before the 10 am start time, and it already looks like 1000s are milling about the courtyard. And now there's a police presence, though they seem friendly enough, chatting with protestors, enjoying the sun and extra pay they’re going to earn today. They have a list of where the closest bathrooms are located! The speakers have congregated at a Budget cube van being used as the stage, the crew is setting up the sound system, but it doesn’t seem to work. After 30 minutes, the crowd has doubled in size, there are musicians performing in corners, and somewhere on the fringes, there is a Piper playing. We hear the sound system crackle, and Tsleil-Waututh member Will George begins the speeches, but not for long, the sound system fails. He’s replaced by Chief Bob Chamberlin from the Gilford Island Band, a  familiar face to the North Islanders in the crowd. The microphone is replaced with a megaphone, and the speeches are back on. We learn a few chants, and then a path is cleared to allow the Elders to enter and bless the march. And then we’re off, following the Elders and visiting Chiefs, from all across Canada and the US.

Grand Chief Stewart Phillip

We seem to be in the middle, and not able to see either end of the March. We decided to stick together, rather than set a meeting place and a time to head home. That restricts my roaming around to shoot photos, it’s hard to stop and shoot and then look around for my marching partners. Overhead is the RCMP helicopter and a few large drones, but I don’t seem to see any of the local TV stations covering the March. We're offWe're off

As we make our way up the hill, we turn the corner and there is Kinder Morgan’s razor wire capped fence, and along their side of the fence KM pick-up trucks roll slowly along, taking photographs of the marchers. Between the road and their fence is a treed boulevard, and you soon see groups of men drifting towards the trees, it’s been a long haul with that morning’s coffee and no bathrooms at the transit stations. I quit drinking coffee before we got on the ferry, but Richard joins the group. Terry and I wait on the side of the road as the marchers move past us, and we wait, but Richard doesn’t return. I find a spot in the shade on some construction materials, up the road is the camp of protestors who have been there for months.

The crowd is thinning out, and I recognize a few faces, David Suzuki saunters by, as does Elizabeth May, walking a dog. I recognize a few lower mainline politicians, including Adrianne Carr. I’ve been weaving in and out of the crowd, looking for images that needed to be captured. I see an older man seeming to have trouble with the hill, he’s one of the Elders. One of the many RCMP members takes one arm, I take the other and we get him seated on a bench in the shade. I go off to find one of the young protestors from the camp, and send him down with some water. And I run into Terry, who hasn’t moved far in the bathroom line. We’re also gently asked to move along to the soccer field, two blocks down the road. We’ve been too long in the recently granted 50 meter no go zone. We’re told that there are bathrooms at the field.

As we enter the field, we can see just how big the crowd has grown. There’s a large stage set up and speakers have already started to address the crowd. We find a spot in the shade by the fence, we can hang our packs there. Terry decides that she wants to sit for a while, so I’m off in the crowd, trying to find those illusive images. As I’m drifting about, I’m also looking for Richard, he’s our driver, so if we don’t meet up, Terry and I will have to find a ride from Nanaimo to Courtenay. I run into one of the press organizers, and she sends me off to the Watch house construction zone, allowing me to shoot some photos before they open it up to the crowds.

Watch house risesWatch house rises While I was watching the sunrise, this crew was loading planks onto trucks and getting to Burnaby Mountain to build the foundation and assemble the watch house.  By now you’ve probably seen it, either in news clips or in photos. It’s built right on the existing pipeline, and is staffed by warriors protecting the inlet. It was recently protected by the judge at the hearing for Kinder Morgan’s request to have a 50 meter no go zone for protestors.

I head back to the Information booth, want to touch base with Terry. I stay with the packs, she’s off to visit the watch house and cruise the crowd to see if she can find the illusive Richard. I can tell she’s a bit worried about losing him in the crowd. I’m now sharing the fence with three RCMP members, these guys are roasting, with long sleeve shirts over their Kevlar vests. They're members of the Division Laison Team, and one of them tells me they are there to observe the protest.

I get the sense that Terry wants to start making our way back to the Island, the crowd is starting to thin, and groups of people are starting to make their way to the Skytrain station. The RCMP are at every turn, helping us head the right way. And it’s standing room all the way back to Granville Street. As we turn the corner a 257 Express pulls up, but the line is a block long. It’s 30 minutes to the next one, so we decide to take the 257 Milk Run. Which turns out to be a mistake, as we exit at the ferry terminal, the sign goes up that ticket sales to Nanaimo are suspended, and the next ferry is at 6:35 pm. 2.5 hours to go! We meet up with two other couples who were on the bus, and find a place for a well deserved cold beer!

And you’re wondering how we made it back to Royston? Right off the bat, we were offered rides by the folks we met on the bus, one couple from Fanny Bay and the other from Coombs, both said to track them down on the ferry if we couldn’t find someone closer. And at 5:30 pm, we’re in the waiting room, when in strolls Richard. We’re united again with a ride home to Royston.

Frack Off!Frack Off! Once again Pipeline politics has heated up, Notley’s threatening to cut off the oil to BC, Jason Kenny first calls the protestors Russian bots and then foreign paid enviros (on that note, who paid to get the Albertans to the Pro pipeline rally?), local media outlets are criticized over their biased coverage of the two protests (10k vs, 200) JTs’ ministers still claim the “pipeline will be built”, Washington, Oregon and California support the BC position and a week later, the first 28 protestors are arrested interfering with Kinder Morgan’s work schedule.

The March 10th Protect the Inlet March will turn out to be one of those watershed moments, the tide is turning. The list of volunteers to be arrested keeps growing, my name is there.


]]> (brokenfish Photography) brokenfish photography kinder morgan march pipeline protect the inlet Tue, 20 Mar 2018 03:46:56 GMT
Justin's Pipeline Blues The ListenThe Listen

It’s an early West Coast morning….cold, wet and dark. I’m on my way to Prime Minister Justin Trudeau’s (PMJT's) Town Hall meeting at Vancouver Island University (VIU) in Nanaimo.

It has been a busy week in pipeline politics, the National Energy Board hearings in Burnaby, a review into the clean up of bitumen just announced by Horgan’s government, Alberta’s Notley threatening legal action and boycotting BC wines and Trudeau’s announcement from Edmonton that the pipeline will be built! We’re glued to CBC’s On The Island, awaiting the Friday panel to see what they have to say about the topic, and just finished listening to Trudeau’s CBC interview. I’m working on my third cup of coffee, which probably isn’t a good idea with over two hours of standing in line!

We thread our way down the hill, and there is already a long line of people waiting for the 9:00 am door opening, it’s wrapped around the cafeteria and heading for the media entrance to the gym. PMJT’s dark suits are already clearing the parking area at the rear of the gym, and it’s soon after we’re directed to move the line up the hill. I’m off shooting photos and talking with the crowd. It’s a mix of young and old, many students have taken a day off of school, a large mix of young people who have taken a day off of work and older protestors who have been out many times before.

Move it up the hillMove it up the hill

Life BloodLife BloodLarge groups of young people, students, people taking a day off of work and young families were lining up in the rain. Waiting for JTWaiting for JT

The illegitimate blues, no Press Pass for you!

I meet up with two other photographer’s who don’t have press passes, so we’re off to the Press table to check out the process. The place is already filling up, mostly with video journalists, we follow the CBC crew in, but don’t get past the first gate. I sign in as a freelancer and register using my brokenfish Photography card and show my driver’s licence. We head off to clear with PMJT’s black suit, armed with a laptop and radio. “Not the legitimate press," he says, no pass for you. But he does have a sense of humour, I ask about getting my camera in through the door, he says “let me speak to my wrist” and calls over to the main admissions desk. He cleared that for me and the Nikon gets a yellow band on the strap. I look around, and one of us is missing, she got through the line!

 Back in the line, and it’s much longer now, it seems to snake on forever into the mist rolling down the hill. And at 9:00 am, things start to move and just after 10:00, I’m into the gym.

The wait begins..The wait begins.. And it’s a déjà vu moment,  I’m sitting in a high school volleyball tournament - Elton John’s Crocodile Rock is being pumped over the speakers, the bass is pounding, there are students dressed in their team jerseys. You can see the set up for the floor from the photos. When we first came through the door, I saw empty seats on the floor, but didn’t notice the reserved signs on the posts. Most of the floor was reserved seating, except for the area under the flag. That may change for future town halls, you’ll see why by the photos. We’re soon directed off of the floor, no wandering around, find a seat and stay there. We’re in the cheap seats, about half way up the far side bleachers. I do some quick math, and there’s room for 1400. Then the waiting begins…. and drags on. I start to make notes and check out the audience.

The EldersThe Elders

Sitting under the flag is a large contingent of First Nations, a mix of young and old. Many carrying drums and a few dressed in ceremonial blankets and hats. I spot Chief Bill Cranmer, hereditary chief of the 'Namgis First Nation and a small group of Elders talking quietly, there’s a lively group in the opposite corner, it’s Harjit  Sajjan Minister of Defence, showing that it’s not just PMJT that works the selfies, and Jody Wilson-Raybould - Minister of Justice. She’s the MC.

I introduce myself to my seat mates, they’re two fishers that work on The Osprey a large fishing vessel that docks in Port Hardy and sitting below me a few rows down is a former leadership student, I think, and it’s not until the event is over that I catch up to say hello. There’s starting to be more action on the floor, six more bleachers are pulled out, announcements made about staying in your seat, apologies for not starting on time, but we’re never told why. Turns out PMJT’s flight is weather delayed in Vancouver. I didn’t think he’d overnight in Nanaimo.

Bad Mojo under the flag….

It’s pushing noon, there are now 1700 plus packing the gym with Kinder Morgan on their minds, many of them were lining up at 3:00 am to get the seats under the flag, and the crowd is getting restless. The music gets turned up, and finally Wilson-Raybould takes the mic and the intros begin. Chief Michael Wyse of the Snuneymuxw First Nation leads the Blessing and then PMJT comes striding in, just like the captain of the home team! But it’s to a chorus of boos, and not a small number. This has the appearance of a rough road ahead!

The EntranceThe Entrance PMJT jumps right in, explaining how the Q & A will work, and I’m sitting in a bad spot, his back is to me for most of the show, as he is moving to his right in a circle. As soon as it starts, there are “No Kinder Morgan” signs displayed for the TV cameras, and there’s some heckling coming from under the Canadian flag. PMJT tries to handle the flack, but loses his patience after 15 minutes, and turns the crowd on to the young man, a trick that doesn’t take much talent. With a snap of his fingers, the police are removing the young man. I’m trying to hop down from the bleachers, but I get noticed by the black suits, it’ll be a stretch with this lens of mine, I’m wishing for that 200 mm that’s sitting back in Courtenay.

Eject #1Eject #1And with a snap of his fingers, the young man is hustled out the door.... The questions start, and there are references to pipelines, and question three gets right to it. PMJT puts forward the same answer as we heard on the radio, we have to push the pipeline through to Burnaby, that will enable us to meet our COP 15 limits on carbon emissions, and the national carbon tax will enable the world class marine protection that will allow us to clean up any spills. The crowd doesn’t buy it, more signs come out of pant legs, hanging for the TV cameras. And now the only photographer in the middle of the floor is PMJT’s.

Under the flag, more action begins. Many of the First Nations there are wanting answers about fish farms, and territorial violations granted by the Government. From my seat, I can see things heating up. You’d think that PMJT’s handlers would be all over that, and making sure that they’d get time for a question. And more heckling starts, this time from a young woman, who has no intention of backing down. PMJT does the crowd trick again, and the police are there. In a few minutes another young woman is carried out the side door, and a third bounces a water bottle off the PM’s stool, she’s hustled out the side door. And the questions just keep on rolling along, but I’m watching the group under the flag. Seemingly oblivious to the PM, the Elders have stood up, turned their backs on him and quietly made their way out of the gym.

Next upNext upBut is soon replaced by another young woman

Eject #2Eject #2 The Elders leave....The Elders leave....The Elders turn their backs on PMJT and exit the Town Hall There’s been much written about the event, topics other than the Pipeline covered, Trudeau showing up knowing he was going to get a rough ride. And in the end, nothing much really gets accomplished by an event like this, all sides get to claim a victory. But I’m left wondering about those protesters who were hauled out the doors, there’s a certain bravery demonstrated, standing up to the PM and a crowd of 1700 in a small space. Were they charged, or just turned away?

And did PMJT get the message? There’s a deep anger building along the West Coast, one centred around broken election promises, pipeline approvals, shrinking salmon runs, environmental damage and a lack of respect for First Nations. His climate claims are simply not true. If Kinder Morgan’s pipeline expansion goes through, it will increase carbon pollution and destroy any chance of meeting the weak Paris climate targets. Pump oil to save the climate, that just doesn't make any sense. And just ask the Heiltsuk Nation about world class marine clean-up, as the Nathan Stewart leaked oil for almost a month.




]]> (brokenfish Photography) brokenfish photography environment first nations justin trudeau kinder morgan nanaimo pipeline protest raucous rowdy town hall Sun, 11 Feb 2018 19:17:47 GMT
End of summer.... 1. The Royal Athletic Park (RAP)1. The Royal Athletic Park (RAP)Right in the middle of downtown Victoria (almost) a gem of a field.

All of a sudden, summer has disappeared, being replaced by school buses cruising the neighbourhood, though it still seems those dog days of summer are still here,  with the temperatures up there in the 30s!

I’m not sure how summer got away from me, I had grand plans for trips, visits with friends and many photo shoots. It’s not like I spent the time working on the home reno projects that should have been finished, or practicing all those sheets of musical notes sitting with my guitar in the studio…but I did manage some baseball trips to Victoria.

For me, that’s the sure sign of summer, sitting along the first base line, beer in hand, watching the home team run away with the game. And it’s not MLB I’m talking about, but those small community fields  that are volunteer driven. This summer, I discovered the Victoria HarbourCats, not that they were all that hard to find.

Every August, I tried to head over to Vancouver to catch a game or two at Nat Bailey, watching the Canadians. But really it was the atmosphere, a small crowd, many families and groups of folks from same neighbourhood getting together for a summer night. This year, I decided to head to a weekend of HarbourCat games at the Royal Athletic Park (RAP) in Victoria. I talked two friends into joining me, and we were hooked! We bought tickets for a Saturday night and Sunday afternoon game, in the grandstand right behind home plate, but we didn’t get the seats with the wait staff, maybe next season.

2. The friendly line-up2. The friendly line-upEven the security guards are smiling on the ticket line! RAP is a small field, and waiting outside, before the game starts, you see the neighbourhood drift to the field, families, grandparents and their grandchildren and groups of young folks, all greeted by volunteers keeping the ball games happening. Food trucks are lined up on both of the baselines, so you don’t miss the action while waiting on your order and drink. You are close enough to the field to hear the players, and the crack of the bat rings in your ear.

3. Gotta dump it!3. Gotta dump it!But don't let the smiles fool you, no food or liquids get through these guys! It didn’t take long to catch up on their season, this is the fifth year for the Victoria team, and we picked them up on a run for the West Coast League playoffs, one of two Canadian teams in the running. Though I have to admit I went for a different reason, they also had the only woman, UBC’s Claire Eccle, pitching relief, I kept hoping to see her start! The closest I got was watching her warm up in the bullpen, but she wasn’t called in to shut down the visitors. My friends saw her start, the game I decided to skip!

4. Marilyn's Watching4. Marilyn's WatchingLooking at Marilyn, or checking out the menu? One of many food trucks along the baselines 5. Souvlaki hotshot5. Souvlaki hotshotThese guys have fast hands, and they still look over the crowd and announce what's happening on the field! And it was a crazy end to the season, the HarbourCats clinch first place in their division, but have to wait for two US teams to make up a game postponed by the summer fires. In a twist, the two Canadian teams, Kelowna and Victoria play off for the division title, and the HarbourCats sweep the series, but no Eccles, she’s off, pitching with the Canadian Women’s National Team in their series back East. So for the first time, the ‘Cats are heading to the Division Finals, playing best of three against the Corvallis Knights. One game in Victoria, and all three of us are there, our usual seats, but I notice that my friends are now decked out in ‘Cat hoodies, ball caps and even have the required seat cushions. Discussions about 10 game ticket packs for the 2018 season are being tossed about. And it’s a tight game, and the only rain of the summer starts in the fifth inning. We’re into the bottom of the 9th, trailing 4 - 3. But a walk off double by Po-Hao Huang gave the ‘Cats game one! The crowd had been cheering for him the whole game, he’s affectionally known as “Bernie” by the fans.

6. More cowbell!6. More cowbell!A few Corvallis fans are there, what's that Christopher Walken line about "more cowbell" enough already! 7. The bunt7. The buntWasn't set up to get many shots on the field, next season for that! Here's an attempted bunt in the fifth for a start to a rally. 8. The talk8. The talkThe Knights were good at wasting time in these team meetings on the mound. The ump was always having to walk out to move them on. Just like in "Bull Durham", you wonder what they're talking about? Games two and three move to Corvallis, and we’re stuck with watching a stationary camera behind home plate record the action, broadcast on line to the voice over by a Victoria sportscaster. Reminded me of that scene from “Bull Durham” where the game is broadcast over radio from a closet, taking cues from the phone and using sound effects to simulate the hits!

In the end it was a heck of a run by the HarbourCats, but they fell just short of WCL title. Had two men on with no outs in the ninth inning, but couldn't get them home. And the season is finished, as is the summer. Almost anyway, but the Vancouver Canadians are also playing for the Divisional title in their league, and with the smoke from interior forest fires settling over Spokane, the best of three series was moved to Vancouver, all three games will be played at Nat Bailey, the Canadians took the first game 2 - 1 on Wednesday night, and the teams go again on Thursday, September 7th. Too bad for me, can’t make it over for tonight’s game, Jazz season has opened at the Avalanche, and I’m on the stage crew tonight.

Summer really is over, and hockey season opens in less than a month…..



]]> (brokenfish Photography) baseball brokenfish photography food trucks harbourcats royal athletic park summertime Thu, 07 Sep 2017 21:46:48 GMT
The search is over! Welsh doriesWelsh doriesFinally, after three days on the trail, an hour and 12 boats!

We’re up early, Raymond is not sure if the roads are still closed. As we approach Solva, fire trucks are passing us, heading away from town, a good sign. We arrive at the town centre, and have time for a morning coffee, I like those mornings where I can ease into the day!

Moira has joined us, so I’m chasing the two of them through town. This is the last day of the hike, we end up at Whitesands Bay, one of the few surfing beaches on this coast. The trail leaves Solva at the top of the harbour, and as we turn the corner, there they are! Too many boats to count, but just off of the seawall are a dozen or so dories drifting on anchor, and there’s still some of that soft, early morning light lingering about, the sun is still behind the hills.

 I get an hour or so for shooting, the girls are anxious to get going, this is a long hike, close to 18 miles. It’s quiet, with a cool breeze blowing and we hardly see anyone else on the trail. We come across more of those horses, they seem to wander wherever they please, but they’re easily spooked, so it’s hard to get close to them. This part of the trail drops and rises along the coast, so there are many small beaches, and I keep hoping for more boats!

We drop down to a small harbour, and from a distance there seems to be a few tied up, but as we get closed to Caer Bwdy Bay, I notice that they’re all power boats. And no pub in site, we have to settle for ice cream cones in the shade!

Ice Cream but no doryIce Cream but no doryA faint hope that there will be drifting dories, but disappointed again! But ice cream cones in the sun make short work of that!

The afternoon is fading and we still have quite a distance to go, we’re up on a headland, following old stone fences that must be centuries old, and as we round the corner a castle looms on the top of the hill. Kyla decides to sit it out, Moira and I head off the trail to check it out. As we round the corner, all of a sudden the gardens turn formal, and there’s a golf course in the background. It’s a high end resort, and it’s clear that it doesn’t cater to hikers looking for a cold one!

We soon arrive at St. Non’s Bay, and spend some time sitting in the chapel, it’s perched on top of a cliff, overlooking the sea. St Non’s is still used as a retreat, and it’s easy to see why.

We’re off for the last leg, arriving in Whitesands Bay in time to sit at the pub while we wait for Raymond to show up. The hike is over, and it was a long walk for the few boat images I managed to find. We’re off to St. Davids for a day and then to Scotland and Northern Ireland, where there’ll be boats galore!

Trail's end Trail's EndWhite Sands beach, no surfers in the water, but a quiet end to the hike!


]]> (brokenfish Photography) brokenfish coast dories hiking path pembrokeshire photography solva Tue, 11 Jul 2017 03:00:00 GMT
On fire in Solva! We landed in Dublin and spent the first few days there, not much of an opportunity for boats tied up in some idyllic Irish harbour. The River Liffey didn’t offer much either, other than a few sunken hulls stuck in the mud.

So, we’re off on the second leg of this journey, taking the ferry to Milford Haven, in Pembrokeshire, Wales we ended up at our first B&B in Marloes, at the beginning of our hike up the coast to St. Davids, along the Pembrokeshire Coast Path. I’m looking forward to this leg, the trail snakes along the coast for 50 miles, there’s bound to be too many images to shoot!

It worked like this, we get up, pack our lunches, load up the day packs and Raymond, our fixer, drops us off at the trail head. We usually hiked 12 - 16 miles a day, and at the end of the trail, there’s Raymond waiting to take us back to a new B&B, he’s already moved our luggage. So it’s a gentle walk, and Raymond knows all the spots to visit, including a pub in each stop! I don’t think I could keep up with his schedule, he’s a dairy farmer, drives the local school bus and then the shuttle for the hikers. And he seems to know everyone, which comes in handy.

Day three of the trip, and it’s just Kyla and me heading out early in the morning, the others are enjoying sleeping in and driving around with Raymond. Our day starts with a red fox dashing across the trail, right in front of us, and the day gets better! Over the three days, I’ve discovered that either my daughters have learned to walk faster since those Cape Scott hikes, or I’m walking slower! But I always have the camera at ready, and can use that as an excuse to linger behind them. Tucked into the trail are many small cottages, and some of the designs are very interesting, but I’m looking for those dories. Halfway to Solva, we find a pub and stop for a beer. I’m always surprised that it’s difficult to find a local brew, not sure why anyone would drink a Budweiser! Especially along a trail in Wales.

The second half of the trail proves interesting, we happen upon a small herd of wild horses that seem to wander along the trail, and rounding a corner, we head down into a small harbour, and get caught in a rainstorm! Taking shelter on the porch of the local church, we tried the door and noticed the sign at the bottom of the stairs. A good place for the local vicar, out with a camera! Out with My CameraOut with My Camera

As we near Solva, we start to notice smoke in the air, and the smell of woodsmoke starts to overcome the sea air. Hikers going by us, warn that the trail may be closed, there’s a fire making its way into town. As we wind down the hill, I notice the harbour before I notice all the fire equipment. The fire is working its way towards town, the trail cuts across the head of the harbour, and we manage to get into the town centre. We have two hours before Raymond is supposed to pick us up, so we’re off to one of the pubs that line the street. We find out that the roads into Solva are all closed and that the pub is doing the same, the fire is slowly making its way into town. Wondering what to do next, I head off to shoot some fire fighting photos and see if there’s any information from the fire brigade. Through the smoke on the road, Moira walks into the square. The three of them were riding with Raymond, and he got them on a bus into town. He knows a way around the road blocks, so we get instructions to be at the bridge at 5:00 pm, if we want a ride back to the B&B.

I have an hour or so, and start wandering down to the harbour, but everything is blocked off, so it’s no dories tonight!! We meet up with Raymond, take a few backroads up the hills and we’re back at the B&B for the night.

Solva Harbour from trailSolva Harbour from trailDay two, fire has burned out and I've managed a few photos of those dories tied up along the seawall!

]]> (brokenfish Photography) Coast Path Pembrokeshire Photography Solva boat brokenfish dory Sat, 08 Jul 2017 04:43:20 GMT
If I had a boat...... In early March, I saw Lyle Lovett play in Nanaimo, and he closed with one of my favourite songs: If I Had a Boat.

And that triggered a series of topics for this Blog, and I thought that I’d be pushing them out on a weekly basis. But writing is hard work! I’ve been told to break the posts down into short segments, and not worry too much about the structure. That will come….. or so I’m told!

I’m relatively new to digital editing, and much of my library of images hasn’t been edited or printed, so when I get off on these tangents, I discover some gems buried in the folders. Lovett’s If I Had a Boat started me thinking about photographs taken while on a boat, or looking for boats.

In 2007, I drove across Canada with my youngest daughter. She was off to school in Halifax, where her older sister was living, also in school. That was the last film shoot using my F3, and I had a small Canon point and shoot that I used to post photos of the trip along the way. While in Halifax, I dropped off my film to be processed and noticed that Nikon’s D60 was on sale. I should have known that was because the D90 was being released! So, for the next while, I’d use the D60 and back up the shoot with a roll of film, and I’d use iPhoto to catalogue the digital images, occasionally a quick edit before sending it off via email. That was the extent of my digital editing, so there are many unfinished projects in the can!

In 2011, we took a trip to Ireland, Wales and The Netherlands. Boats were involved both for travel, but more so for subjects. My daughter Kyla had moved back to Ireland and was constantly posting small dories or skiffs anchored in some quaint Irish harbour, or there were images of beached fishing boats looking like whale skeletons bleaching on isolated beaches. That became a project for me, to capture similar images while we were travelling.

How hard could it be, all of the places were on the water, two were islands, all connected by boats.

But first I have to link the Lovett’s song to photography, and the third verse does just that, I wouldn’t scare ‘em, but I’d sure quietly capture those images!

And if I were like lightning
 wouldn't need no sneakers
I'd come and go wherever I would please
And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree
And I'd scare 'em by the light pole
But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea

So that’s it for this Post, and it's not a dory, but just like home, the journey starts with a ferry ride!

Irish FerryIrish FerryNot a dory, but just like BC, the trip starts with a ferry ride!

]]> (brokenfish Photography) Ferry Ireland Photography Wales boat brokenfish dory Wed, 21 Jun 2017 05:30:00 GMT
Why brokenfish Photography It’s been a long search for a name, I didn’t want to use Norm Prince Photography, and started looking for plays on both light and perhaps some camera parts. Needless to say, with this democratization of photography and using web searches, it soon became evident that there are hundreds of Facebook pages or Word Press sites, using all sorts of combinations of the most common photographic terminology.

So the quest was expanded, recruiting friends and family to help with the search, now including Latin, French and Italian words, and even with that expanded search, nothing seemed to pique my interest. But it soon became evident that the world is populated with Wedding Photographers, many of them seemingly to be in New Jersey or Indiana!

The next step was to look at what I enjoy photographing: graffiti, abandoned industrial sites, abandoned buildings, old vehicles, rusted machinery, landscapes and more recently, nature photography. While a list was generated, nothing really stood out as a choice for a name. So, I ended up with a series of names I decided to try out for a reaction. Missing Film, because I do, and it’s missing from my camera, replaced by 0s and 1s. But it was pointed out quickly, that many folks didn’t miss film, and perhaps never used to shoot with it! Then I tried Last Quarter Photography, taken from Sixty: A Diary of my 61st year by Ian Brown, but not many got the connection. Many asked what I was doing with that last 25 cents.

Then, as I was printing images from my Great Bear Rainforest trip, I came across a few shots of salmon skeletons that had collected in the river estuaries. I tried a few versions, and finally settled on a shot of a whole skeleton, but I noticed that there were many partial or broken skeletons laying below the surface of the water. Having to come up with a title for the print I was displaying, I came up with Broken Fish.

The next step in this name search began with the construction of that elusive website to showcase my photography. I soon learned that the “free” Word Press templates are free for a reason, and it didn’t take long to run into problems. As I set up pages, I needed some placeholders for images, and that fish skeleton was one of the six or seven that I was using, but for some reason, I kept going back to the black and white print of the skeleton. I parked the website for a while, set up this Zenfolio account and brokenfish Photography it is!

So here’s the reach, even growing up in land-locked Ohio, fishing was an important part of growing up, I still remember eating my first fried catfish at a neighbour’s barbeque.  In Europe, we lived on or close to the ocean, and spent much of our time around the water. I still remember eating my first raw herring on the pier in Scheveningen, though that was a Grade 6 dare! Moving back to BC in my 20s, I ended up living in Kits, and close to the beach, spending lots of time around the harbour in Steveston, buying fish off of the boats.

I ended up taking a teaching job in Holberg, a logging camp on the northern end of Vancouver Island, again on the water and close to Winter Harbour, Coal Harbour and Quatsino, all small North Island fishing communities. The commercial fishery was an integral part of the local economy, and even more important culturally to the local First Nation communities. The size of the salmon run would determine the economic strength of the communities for the following year. For the next 20 odd years, poor government policies, corporate greed,  the demise of local canneries, forced sell-offs for fishers and the weakening of the Union all contributed to the demise of the economy of coastal communities in Canada.

With government endorsement, fish farming arrived on the BC coast in the mid-80s, and a new door for corporate greed was opened. The conflict between the wild and farmed fisheries grew, with a foreign species introduced to West Coast waters. The promised benefits of well-paying jobs never materialized, and many Coastal First Nations have now started to demand the closure of many of the fish farms. After 20 years, the scientific data is showing that there is an adverse effect on the wild salmon runs.

There’s always the slow move for change, and many consumers are starting to question the origin of the fish they’re putting on their dinner plates. Books like The Fish Market by Lee van der Voo outline the conflict over where and how fish are caught, and the price we pay for those fish.

Locally, many fishers are slowly building back a sustainable market, Estevan Tuna Company ( and Skipper Otto ( are two of many examples of a sustainable fishery on the BC Coast. Many First Nations communities are taking charge of the local fisheries, with examples from both Haida Gwaii and the Great Bear Rainforest, utilizing young community members for research and the Guardian Watchmen programmes in their territories to regulate tourism and fishing.

After 32 years on the North Island, we’ve moved to Royston and just a short walk to the beach on Baynes Sound, a small part of the Salish Sea, located between Denman Island and Vancouver Island. Like so many other areas, climate change has started to manifest itself with acidification of the waters, affecting the local shellfish industry. Added to that mix is pollution from septic fields, old industrial sites and waste from the shellfish industry. And not too far away there’s the threat of Justin’s pipeline and Christy’s LNG dreams, all having an effect on the local environment and fishery.

That was a long reach, but there it is. Perhaps with some of my photographs and projects, I can affect the changes that need to happen sooner rather later.

So, for now, it’s brokenfish Photography.




]]> (brokenfish Photography) Great Bear Rainforest LNG Royston brokenfish pipeline salmon Mon, 27 Mar 2017 02:31:02 GMT