adventure photography

Summer 2017 by Rhys Logan

While the winters seem to last longer, I've been keeping an ever watchful eye on the sunsets recently as the days now grow longer in turn.  With spring only just waking, its hard not to look back and remember the bar for summer was set pretty high for me last year, surrounded by the place we call home and the people that make it that way.  Maybe I'm jumping the gun but at the very least its seemed to help with my sanity after many long dark hours this season, waiting for the sun to come back, and that magical 90 days when you've only got to make it count.

 I hope you were there.

thanks for looking,


Stehekin by Rhys Logan

Dally Chronicles by Rhys Logan

Chan and Christine by Rhys Logan

You know you're overdue for a post when you have a hard time remembering the navigation of your own website...

That being said it has also been awhile since I've posted new work anywhere.. And unfortunately the old adage, 'better late than never,' has been a mantra echoed in my thoughts that has seemed to make an attempt at excusing all kinds of bad behavior photographically, or rather "postigraphically". After all, images are meant to be viewed.  It is this point that I have struggled with most.  Lost in the vast mire of images coming out of all facets of interweb entanglement, I seemed to have forgotten that my work and subsequent dissemination of that work has led me to some of the greatest adventures of my life, as well as some of the greatest people. 

On the topic of great people; the Stones have been some of my greatest friends in Bellingham, and luckily for all of us, one my favorite thing to do is take photos of my friends.  I've lived with Chan and Christine nearly two years and it has been a transition in my life from many things, and I could not be more thankful to have been blessed with such good (and tolerant) friends who put up with my gear, junk, hours and general idiocy. 

This particular mission took us to an adventuresome land in search of a ripe pseudotsuga menziesii to practice our early European heritage, interpreted from a possibly druid-esque hootenanny. But who knows.

Find one we did and get a couple photos we did as well. Thanks Chan and Christine for being such amazing people, for fishing trips and bearing with my photo taking and literally, putting a roof over my head.  

And thanks for looking,


Bishop Round 2 by Rhys Logan

Bishop blogging round two. 

After a frigid nights the morning were always welcome. Warming up and getting a good hot breakfast, discussing the days endeavors and witness plenty of shenanigans was the best way to start the days.  Our first few climbs were in Buttermilks and exploring these new zones and to me, completely new places, is something I will never forget. 


The Happy's, the Sads, The Buttermilks

We spent the first day exploring the Buttermilks, the area renowned for its highballs and views. Arriving with a book of trails and routes and a mountain in front of us, we started up the hill but didn't get far before the 'toast people' started appearing below us.

'Toast people,' are the namesake Rachel explains, of climbers hiking in between routes, carrying their large square crash-pads upright with straps across their backs, the only thing you can make out of their huge rectangular forms are usually two little stick-like legs comically protruding and propelling the large toast looking creature up or down the terrain.  Toast people have a difficult time hearing anything behind them, with basically a soundproofing wall on their backs. This makes conversations between Toast People or among Toast People pretty funny. Toast people are also victimized often by each other, in part of a game of sneak-up-and-yank-you-down-from-behind based on their turtle-like vulnerability.  

Toast people are also often accompanied by dogs, packs, jackets, chalk-bags and all manners of nalgenes and other accessories necessary for bouldering.

Anyways these toast people had some familiar voices and some familiar faces and our groups were finally officially united.  Introductions were made as informally as possible, with conversations being first and names occurring somewhere in between cheering for members attempting routes and discussing the next destinations in the area.

The fading light only made that place more beautiful by the minute.  The high rising jagged peaks of the Sierras cutting into the sky were dramatized but the sun's rays as it fell below the horizon behind them.  The first star of the evening appearing in the space impossible to discern where the colors of dusk end and the night sky begins. Had the temperature not coincided with the rapidly diminishing light I'm sure we would have stayed out every night as late as we could.

With a strobe and a few willing climbers I had a blast capturing the feel of a low light boulder session; As droves of other climbers slowly made their way out of the cracks and crevices of all the boulders and walls in the terrain around us. They start their engines and the ambiance hangs in the air as their headlights bob up and down illuminating the dust clouds kicked up on the narrow primitive road. 

Night comes and setting up dinner in the dark is made interesting by the 5 or 6 fearless kangaroo rats that accost us for crumbs falling from our makeshift pallet table.   

Beers are shared and the Sierra Nevadas become an entire horizon size wall paper, lit by the brightest moon I have ever seen in my life, making the fire seem almost dim as I stand at a distance and shoot photos and watch and wonder if it all is really happening.  

The next several days were spent rolling in the dirt, comparing onesies and/or footy pajama outfits, discussing the best areas of climbing for the day, hiking to said climbing areas and playing with Tikka, Will Moore's crag dog. 

The best part of Bishop I personally experienced was the community vibe.  I am in no way experienced in bouldering but was overwhelmed by the amount of support and stoke everyone expressed at just extending the friendships and connections to mountain life.  So many sincerely talented and even more sincerely humble people I have never encountered and it left all of us not wanting to leave, and planning our next trip before we even broke camp.  

Shooting photos of climbers and bouldering left me with a new normal for ways to interact with athletes, how it really feels to be a part of a trip, and how the measure of accomplishment lies in so many more ways than whether or not I make images worthy of publishing.  

A good trip changes you and stays with you in ways that remind us why we are inspired, and why we want to make sure not to miss the next one.