Some moments at Cedar Creek with my siblings and their other halves on New Year’s Eve, and with my dear friend Bek a couple of days earlier on a 39ºC afternoon.

Zoe is a competitive climber and marketing creative based out of Vancouver, originally from China and adopted by her Canadian parents. We took these portraits in the fast-fading light of an evening in late September, in Squamish, BC.

Nathan is an Occupational Therapist and outdoor enthusiast based in Calgary, AB. Nate & I met at a Colour The Trails Ice Climbing event a couple of years back, and we’ve stayed in touch ever since. I photographed him by the water one late summer evening.

After many a switchback, the trail led us to our campground. Floe Lake may just be one of my most favourite campgrounds to date. The turquoise lake glittered in the afternoon sun, a tantalising invitation to jump into its icy waters after a hot day of hiking. Here are my favourite moments from three days in the Rockwall, Kootenay National Park.

Coralia is a climbing instructor and elementary school teacher based out of Calgary. She is also Vice-President of Soul of Miistaki. Her story centres around culture, climbing, community and identity, and how she explores the intersection of it all as a Latinx Canadian.

On Saturday, August 5th, myself and 7 others took part in the first High Angle Photography Clinic with Eva Capozzola. One of the many great community initiatives supported by Arc’teryx Alberta as part of Go Climb Week, this clinic allowed us to learn how to safely set up rigs to produce climbing photography.

I recently had the honour of photographing Mich. Being part of the climbing community in Canmore, as well as being two of few BIPOC folks in our mountain town, Mich and I have crossed paths many times over the years. After their portrait session, I asked them some questions around identity, culture and their personal journey.

A sunset summit up a Canmore classic to celebrate Autumn’s 2nd birthday.

We have just returned from spending 10 days in Mexico, enjoying the southern sun, sea and sand. It’s my first vacation to anywhere other than home since 2017. Here is a small time capsule of moments playing by the ocean, indulging our creativity, memorialising our trip and savouring the morning hours at one of the many beaches in Puerto Escondido.

This year has been as abundant as it has been tumultuous. As the world began to open back up after the pandemic, life began to move extremely fast. It swept me off my feet, and I am looking forward to much-needed time off during the holiday season to be able to catch my breath.

Here lies a lengthy post from our backcountry camping trip to Skoki Valley. A trip planned since the end of January with our friends Brit & Sam, we ended up going without them on account of the fact Brit got accepted into a grad program at a university in Toronto. I wrote more about that here.

A collection of images from camping weekends in July. I cherish these days and nights outdoors—sleeping in a tent next to waterfalls, reading in a softly-rocking hammock, having fireside conversations and reconnecting, once more, to the real essence of what it means to be human.

It was in June 1996 that my father, my mother (pregnant with my brother), my sister & I migrated from The Philippines. I interviewed my parents for this special piece that tells the story of how we came to be two-time migrants.

I sat down to photograph & interview Tatiana Carrion, founder & creator behind Beads+Babes. Tatiana makes her beautiful beaded earrings right here in Canmore, AB.

It’s been five years since I left Australia. I swapped +30ºC for -30ºC, beaches for mountains, sea for snow. Five years is too long not to hug my family; to swim in saltwater; to feel sand between my toes; to wake up to the cacophony of birds celebrating the dawn of a new day.

From our Saturday ice climbing with Colour The Trails. After climbing on rock and plastic for the last 6 or 7 years, I was thrilled to get out on the ice for the first (but not the last) time.⁠

The ending of 2021 doesn’t just mark the ending of one year for me. It’s as if many years ended and began within this one; many seasons and years of change tangled together. It’s been difficult for me to sit down and write about this year; I have already worked so hard to leave it behind.

Better late than never—I finally got around to editing photos from me, Britt, Sam & Hobbit’s backcountry camping trip to Laughing Falls in the summer. Despite the intense smoke that plagued the area from the British Columbia wildfires, I welcomed those days off to spend in nature with friends.

From a long, chilly day out in the fall. Kanon and I had just moved into our new apartment, and brought Autumn home. Life changed again, but this time, I could finally start settling; rebuilding; renewing.

I can be restless at home, but here, I find a strange comfort and a settling; a deep grounding in my bones despite the flurry of activity, of comings and goings, of hellos and goodbyes. I do some of my best writing, thinking and being at airport gates and on airplanes, several thousand feet above ground.