Archive for March, 2008
March 31, 2008
SHOOTING ON THE RUN …

RENEGADE photo-tour:
‘Twas a hazy/blurry day last summer, but I wanted to make sure the CIA chopper would have a good place to land in Pemberton, and that the Lillooet River (below) was easily accessible via snowmobile from the airstrip. Of course the river was frozen when Luke and Jessica barreled over it in their sled. But the setting works
. (Guess I shouldn’t try and shoot while driving though, eh? (the camera, that is)

My Path: 40 mins run/walk.
My Beat: Just Can’t Get Enough — Depeche Mode. That one was a recommendation from a friend, and is a new and welcome addition to my playlist. I’m always looking for new tunes with a nice joggy beat … any ideas, please fire them my way!! Doesn’t matter the period, or the style, it just needs an energetic number of beats per minute (imagine running to it), and it needs to fire the soul
March 30, 2008
Yesss

I can post again — sort of. Pardon the break in the
RENEGADE photo-tour, but my site was migrated to a new server recently and the gremlins are causing problems.
Above is one of the places my RENEGADE hero, Luke Stone, loves to visit solo — the Whistler backcountry. This pic was shot last weekend, and it’s the sort of place Luke goes to take his own photos. It’s also where you will find my dh as often as he can help it
I hope to get back to regularly scheduled programming soon …
March 21, 2008
PEMBERTON - SEED POTATO CAPITAL

RENEGADE photo-tour: Above is a photo taken of Mount Currie from inside a Pemberton farm barn. Again, it was shot last summer, and not in winter, the season in which THE HEART OF A RENEGADE unfolds, but it’s the place that served, in part, as inspiration for the barn from which Luke ‘liberates’ a flatbed truck and takes a pooch along for the ride.
Below is the same farm. Sunflower time, with Mount Currie as the backdrop.

And on the farm they had little yellow ducklings, two of which could fit into the palm of one hand.

March 20, 2008
RENEGADE PHOTO TOUR CONTINUES

RENEGADE photo-tour: Mount Currie above, looms majestic and haunting over the small farming community of Pemberton north of Whistler. This is where Luke and Jessica come to lay low for the night, and their motel was inspired, in part, by the Pemberton Hotel, below (shot on a research trip last summer)


A Mount Currie local makes an incredible array of bird sounds on the stairs of the hotel off-sales
March 13, 2008
RENEGADE FROM THE AIR

RENEGADE photo-tour: A bird’s-eye view of Squamish in summer. This is the town where Luke and Jessica stop for a welcome bite of breakfast after surviving the police roadblock. They, however, are here in winter, when the mountains lie under thick snow and it all looks vastly different. To the left of the image, snaking through the greenery along the water into the distance, you can see the Sea to Sky highway on which they fled from Vancouver. The city of Vancouver itself lies hidden from view just beyond that horizon, further down the Howe Sound.

My Path today: A sunny 45 min aerobic walk. Breathless
Those are the Blackcomb ski runs you can see above, viewed over the River of Golden dreams which is now hosting majestic trumpeter swans.
My Music: Just the song of spring. And yes, it is spring. In spite of the snow. Along with the swans and returning honk of Canada geese, small bright yellow candles of Skunk Cabbage are piercing through the melting detritus in the swampland. It’s a first food for bears emerging from hibernation. Any day now.
March 12, 2008
ON THE RUN IN WHISTLER

RENEGADE photo-tour: Another shot of my home town, Whistler — the place Jessica and Luke take a short and risky detour while on the run from the Triad. Above is the path I ran myself today. And below is the Upper Village shot earlier in the season. There really was a photo shop in the same spot the book describes (in the Upper Village), but it has since moved. It was to the right of those orange pylons in the photo. And behind the white cloud in the backdrop hides the Whistler Mountain ski hills.

My Path today: The Rainbow trail above, until it got too smooshy and my toes too wet and frostbitten. 40 mins run/walk.
My Music: You Can Get If You Really Want It - Desmond Dekker.