Whistler
The fourth installment of Collage Chronicles brings big mountains and even bigger muscle. With the thunderous pop of a straight piped V8 and a setting as serene as Canada’s western peaks, I’ve been feeling some kind of way since Tuesday.
I was looking through a few old rolls and stumbled across these photos from Whistler Blackcomb taken in March of 2014. These photos are not only special to me because Whistler was one of the most beautiful places I have ever been but also because they were so pivotal in sucking me into the vortex that is analogue photography.
I had accidentally underexposed the whole roll and when I got the photos back I was so disappointed; I was expecting crisp blacks and clear blues from an epic week in the mountains and instead got these hazy washed out snaps. I put them aside and didn't think much more about it.
A few months later I posted the title image on my Tumblr at the time and someone commented that it looked like a vintage postcard. Surprised by the positive feedback, I decided to go back and take a more serious look through the photos I had written off as mistakes.
Under closer inspection, the hazy under exposure and the sheer scale of the surrounding mountain range evoked a curious sense of nostalgia.
Above all else film photography has, not only helped me accept imperfection but embrace it. Sometimes you just need to take a deep breath and a step back in order to approach what was once a disappointment with new perspective.
