A couple of days ago, when plans to attempt a climb of Mount Columbia fell through due to a poor weather forecast, I decided to ski the 14 km up to famous Moraine Lake to spend a night there before the forecasted low-pressure system moved in. I met two porcupines on the way up and arrived at the deserted lake around sunset. What a thrill to experience Moraine Lake without the crowds, lights or noises. As I set up the tent (as a photo prop rather than a shelter since I did not end up sleeping). I noticed the clouds were moving in quickly, dashing my hopes of a clear, starry night out. I spent a considerable amount of time looking around the Rockpile for a suitable place to set up the time-lapse hardware and just as I was about to retreat to the tent for some reading, the clouds suddenly ripped open to reveal stars against a dark blue sky. The remaining shreds of clouds lingered for some time, leading to a very dramatic scene. I had just enough time before the moon disappeared below the west skyline to get a few shots of the “classic lit up tent” variety. Once I felt good about what I had I used up the remaining moonlight to do some basic light painting. As I stood alone under the stars and in the shadow of the Ten Peaks, the first thing that came to my mind was how much I love this country and being able to live in close proximity to wild spaces. I left the lake as soon as my headlamp was no longer necessary and skied back down to Lake Louise in the morning twilight.
Prints are available for most images. Simply get in touch and we will make it happen!