Mesquite, NV

Mesquite, NV

Every journey starts with an idea. It's not easy to take the plunge and go somewhere unfamiliar. For some, it's intriguing. For others, it can be something to fear. 

Point Arena, CA

Point Arena, CA

I've driven the Pacific Coast countless times between San Francisco and San Diego. I've traveled it with friends, and I've visited it alone. 

The coast as a whole is an awe-inspiring place for someone like me who grew up near fresh bodies of water. The sheer power of witnessing 20ft tidal surges smashing rocks that have stood the test of time helps you realize how small we are amongst the higher forces that move around us.

It never gets old.  (Photograph by Calvin Frank)

Porís de Abona, ES

Porís de Abona, ES

I woke up on a friends couch in London, UK. I had finished five days of work on a documentary and preceding that shot and directed one of the most challenging projects I've ever worked on. I was exhausted. When booking my flights for the job in London, I decided to give myself two weeks afterwards to explore Europe. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with my time.

I had some ideas, all last minute. They involved cities like Budapest, Porto, and Libson. But my agenda took a turn when flight prices skyrocketed beyond what I anticipated. I opened Google Flights and looked at same day options. Tenerife. I had never heard of it. The price was right. I booked it. That same evening I found myself alone in an apartment on the Atlantic Ocean. No one spoke English. I barely knew any Spanish. I was alone. But that's where I needed to be. 

 

 

 Littlefield, AZ

Littlefield, AZ

It was May 2017. My friend Calvin and I settled in a remote camp on the cliffs of the Grand Canyon in North Western Arizona. Several months earlier I attempted this same trip but was warned against doing so.

I was told that I'd need at least two extra sets of tires for my vehicle because the brittle and sharp rocks that cover the trail leading to this camp stops most travellers from actually reaching the destination.

I just wasn't prepared and I couldn't get this spot off my mind. The photos I had seen had me dreaming for months and now here I was. Feet dangling over a sheer cliff, hundreds of feet down overlooking the Colorado River. We made it. I watched the sunset in silence as the shadows engulphed the landscape. It was just as beautiful in the darkness as it was in the light.

Joshua Tree, CA

Joshua Tree, CA

The desert calls my name. I dream of open landscapes. Yelling at the top of my lungs, not a single soul can hear me. I'm free. 

It's a place like this where you're alone with yourself. It's these moments where you must be at peace internally to enjoy the experience. Finding peace takes time, awareness, and reflection. 

Why not do it under the stars camping in the desert listening to one of your favorite records? (Sufjan Stevens, Carrie & Lowell)

Vancouver, BC

Vancouver, BC

In 2016 I decided to leave everything I knew in my home city of Toronto. I drove across the country to Vancouver passing through Northern USA. 

The flats of North Dakota made way for the mountains of Montana. Chance encounters lead me to some of the most breathtaking views of my life.

I had no idea what I was getting into moving to Vancouver. The only thing I truly knew was that for some reason yet to be discovered I needed to be there. 

Surrounded by mountains, days of rain, and the ocean. 

 

Rocky Mountain House, AB

Rocky Mountain House, AB

This image was unintentional. It was a mistake.

With my own eyes, I couldn't see the Northern Lights. But my camera, by chance, was pointed in the right direction and captured this shot that will forever be one of my favorite images. 

It started off as two separate pictures, which stood for themselves. But, with a bit of processing, I was able to stitch the two images into this panorama. 

I was camping alongside a river in the Rockies, somewhere outside of Rocky Mountain House, AB.

My brother and I were on a trip from Edmonton to Vancouver. He had never seen this part of the country, and I was determined to share its true beauty with him.

It was a cold night, roughly -10'C. Neither of us was fully prepared to camp in these temperatures. I remember waking up multiple times throughout the evening, freezing with no choice to but bear with it till the morning. 

Pemberton, BC

Pemberton, BC

Being comfortable was never the goal. 

The experience of falling asleep and waking up in a spectacular environment is an excitement that I quite enjoy. 

I've fallen asleep in a canoe while drifting on a remote lake in Northern Ontario under a full moon, I've camped on mountain peaks, in hidden cabins, and in parking lots crammed into the back of a rented vehicle.

Why dream of being somewhere, when you can wake up there.