Back To The Land | Orkney, Saskatchewan

I have just woken up in Consul, Saskatchewan and my night was nothing short of interrupted. I wasn’t thinking first when I pitched my tent on the outskirts of town as it was under a flood light from a nearby property leaving this orange haze that left little chance of a dark slumber. Not to mention waking up to a group of drunken teenagers coming from what I can only imagen being a barn party that went late into the night. Ahhh at that age… drunk, stumbling home through fields and hopping barbed-wire fences. Actually I’m a little jealous. When I woke it was around 6am and the light was starting to coat the surrounding fields. I wanted to get a nice early start to the day and I diligently packed my tent in a record three minutes and scarfed down a bowl of Weetabix in two minutes. I Brushed my teeth, splashed my face with some cold water, and I was on the road in less than eight. I headed east and made my way towards the Red Coat Trail (Hwy 13). From there, I stayed on this road for about 5 km before coming to Hwy 18 where the little town of Robsart marked the junction. I decided to take a little look through the town and was amazed at the condition of everything. There were abandoned buildings everywhere and some looked as though you could not quite tell if they were being occupied or not. I noticed a larger house at the end of the main road and saw a woman sipping her morning coffee on the front porch. The sun was already up but the morning dew had not yet disappeared. She was wrapped in a blanket and staring out into the distant prairies. It did cross my mind to stop and ask her about the town and surrounding area, however I decided not to, as she looked as though this was her morning ritual, enjoying her hot morning beverage in the morning light. No distractions and only a blanket.

I made the transition onto Hwy 18 and headed South towards the US border. The road eventually veers East but not after about 26 km of gravel road.  This single stretch of road is by far one of my more favourite drives and for one reason. It’s nothing but seclusion as far as the eye can see. As soon as the road starts transitioning East you start getting a real sense of just how big this country Canada really is OR how small we really are. I stopped the vehicle as mother nature was calling and after, I just stood there for 15 minutes taking in the scenery and outside air. No cars, no farm equipment, no cows, barely even a breath of wind. I kept imagining a vehicle breaking down out here in the middle of winter, and if that were to happen, no one is coming to get you within 60-80km radius. There was barely even a bar of cell service. I have never experienced baron landscape like that in my own country until that day and when that happened, I felt very insignificant knowing that this particular environment at certain times of the year would not be forgiving. I kept driving and reached a little bit of civilization making brief stops in the towns of Frontier and the cleverly named town of Climax. Climax had no real affect on me except it boasts a very phallic grain silo with the towns name on it at the end of main street. And a sign that reads “Come again soon” when you leave. Gotta love small town humour and let’s be honest, who’s mind wouldn’t be in the gutter when your going to “Climax”.

I stopped in Bracken and managed to visit the local corner store and had a nice chat with the fellow that worked there. As I kept heading east I came upon the little town of Orkney, Saskatchewan. I pulled into Orkney and at first glance had little hope that I would find anything. I drove through the town, parked my truck and started venturing though some of the abandoned buildings. Satisfied, I got in my truck and as I was about to hit the highway, a tractor came up the main street towards me. I flagged down the man driving and he stopped, got out of his tractor and started walking towards my driver side window. I could not help but notice the size of this mans hands comparing them to a callised catchers mitt and the calm carefree expression. His shirt was untucked showing a bit of his belly, his collar popped, and a truckers cap that I can only assume left the comfort of his own head only when lying down to sleep at night due to his wife making him remove it. I introduced myself, we exchanged names, and I proceeded to ask him about the town. He responded with “I know so much about this town” in a high pitch almost cartoon bugs bunny voice “what do you want to know?”. With that, I had the pleasure of meeting my first subject for the “Back To The Land” project and his name was Arthur James.

Arthur proceeded to tell me about Orkney in the 50’s and the town dances that used to take place every weekend where the surrounding towns came to enjoy the entertainment. He told me about the fall of the railroad which eventually forced Orkney to be nothing more than the remains of what still stands today.  Arthur proceeded to point out each abandoned and derelict structure and what once stood 50 years ago: “There is the old liquor store, but was later destroyed by a fire… Over there was the post office, but then was decommissioned once the railway stopped coming through Orkney”. Arthur had such a passion for his little town and it turns out his son including his family are the only people currently living in Orkney. Why was Arthur there on that particular day? Well he was stealing hay from his sons fields to feed his own horses 15 km away.

Arthur still works his own farm to this day, he is 74 years old, and was more then gracious enough to be photographed. To say I was surprised… not really. Small town people have this incredible way of making you feel welcome and always willing to share a story or two. All you have to do is ask.

I hope you enjoyed this post and feel free to comment, share, or even email me if you have any questions. I have also supplied a “Google Maps” View of the barn he was standing in front of just for fun.






Back To The Land - Orkney, Saskatchewan
Back To The Land - Orkney, Saskatchewan
Back To The Land - Orkney, Saskatchewan
Back To The Land - Orkney, Saskatchewan

Back To The Land - Orkney, Saskatchewan



Back To The Land - Orkney, Saskatchewan.

by Jeremy Fokkens

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April 6, 2015 - 9:54 pm

leslie Ottenbreit My mother grew up on a farm by orkney. Thank you for such a wonderful article. I knew all of the places you mentioned and have many happy childhood memories, especially our trips to the fan my mom grew up on to see my uncle and his family, or to bracken to visit the general store and the museum. It was wonderful.

April 6, 2015 - 9:55 pm

Blaine Schafer I have just got done looking at your story about Orkney and Arthur James. I don’t know how you got him to pose for the pictures. I have been married to his daughter for 26 years and I know that when a camera comes out Arthur disappears That being said I was wondering if it would be possible to get copies of those pictures

April 6, 2015 - 10:00 pm

Mark Lewams Thanks for the great article! I grew up in Orkney and we lived next door to Arthur and his family for many years. I spent many years as a kid riding my bike on those streets and then later tearing around in my car. So many memories…thank you!

April 7, 2015 - 9:21 am

Allen Proust Good article. Arthur was my school bus driver for many years. He would take kids to school rain or shine. I grew up just east of Orkney.

April 7, 2015 - 7:22 pm

Tim Watson I remember going to Orkney as young punks mainly to rip around with our vehicles hahahah-Mark and Mike. Looking good there Arthur, what a great guy for sure

April 7, 2015 - 9:18 pm

Joyce Enjoyed reading this article, look forward to reading more

April 7, 2015 - 9:38 pm

Dan Schafer Good article Jeremy. I ran into you at Elevation Place in Canmore in February and I see my cousin Mark has left a comment for you above as well. Lol I enjoyed our brief chat that day.

April 9, 2015 - 7:47 am

Jennifer Diguer Thanks for the great read Jeremy. This is my dad….and where I grew up. As kids, there was no end to the freedom we enjoyed in Orkney. Thanks for the great photos, I would love to get copies if possible.

Back To The Land | Hwy 21 (Hashtag Highway)

Hwy 21 Saskatchewan

Only in small town Saskatchewan can you get a club house, a full tank of gas, and a brand new 2015 f-150 with zero percent financing within ten feet of one another. Ok… you could probably do the same in other parts of Canada I just thought it was funny when I stopped in Kindersley. I’m in Kindersley sitting at a diner called the Coliseum Restaurant which is attached to the Esso station and next door to the Ford dealership. I arrived around 2pm and needed a little break to plan my next course of action as I could not decide on two possible options. Either I head directly North to where the roads eventually are non-existent, or head south as close to the US border as I can get without actually arriving at the border. That is always the tough decision when you go on a trip with no real set plan, sometimes everything just works out in your favour, and sometimes you make a small mistake such as missing turn-off and before you know it, you have lost two days worth of driving. One thing I have always told myself is to never force a decision when your blinded by your preconceived notions of the possible out-come. ALWAYS and I mean always trust your gut and let instinct be your guide. The rest will fall into place. Well that’s my approach, philosophy, whatever you want to call it.

As I sat in a booth for six, quietly sipping my un-seasoned coffee, struggling to finish my club house, I curiously started looking at a detailed map of Saskatchewan to get a better sense of where my I might want to go.  I didn’t know this but Saskatchewan has over 100,000 lakes and I found this very hard to believe at first, however after looking at that map, the province is covered in them. After about 45 minutes I payed for my food, thanked the waitress for the service, and started my truck. I pulled out of Kindersley feeling refreshed and excited to hit the highway. By now I made my decision and that was to head South on Hwy 21 where the road transitions veering west turning into Hwy 44, and then veering back into Hwy 21 just as you pass a small town called Eatonia. From there it continues South all the way to the Cypress Hills. As I started driving the sun was high, it was hot, not a breath of wind, and the odd puff of cloud offering little hope of shade for anyone working outside. I had the music playing and was really enjoying the scenery. As I was on Hwy 44 I noticed a couple grain elevators a half km or so off the highway to the south and thought why not check it out. I pulled down a gravel road and as I started to get closer, I realized these two grain elevators were in amazing condition given on how old they looked. Once I stopped my truck within 50 feet of the structures, I noticed two other men loading  a big engine looking object on to a loading trailer. I approached and asked if they knew any history about the elevators. Turns out the land was sold to the Hutterites and the generator that these two men were loading up was the last of the agreement in the property deal. The two men were very friendly and said the elevators dated back to the early 1900’s. Once they left I decided to have a look around myself. Walking through the tall grass, it was like being a kid again and discovering a place that was nothing short of incredible given the size of the structures, the condition the two elevators were in, and not a single person, car, or other building in site. I’ll let the video do the talking (The sound is a bit terrible for the first 15 seconds but significant;y improves once I’m out of the wind).

Now you’re probably wondering why this post is called “Hashtag Highway” well there are not enough #hashtags to describe this stretch of road from Kindersley, over the Trans Canada, and past the Cypress Hills. Hwy 21 South was nothing short of breathtaking with countless abandon houses to explore where I imagined myself spending weeks exploring every homestead. And this is only what I saw from the highway. The road itself turned and twisted like you were on a kids roller-coaster never wanting it to end. As soon as I crossed over the Trans Canada (HWY 1) the scenery just kept rewarding me. The sun was setting showering the wheat fields with the most amazing golden light I have ever seen. Large hills and gully’s engulfed the surrounding environment with endless skies and cricket sounds that could drown out the noisiest of vehicles. The light is different in Saskatchewan and I encourage anyone to drive early in the morning or two hours before sunset. Some people ask why I don’t take pictures at these particular moments. My answer to them is the camera is a great tool for documenting and creating, but it can sometimes be distracting and when it becomes distracting, I like to enjoy these moments for myself.

I ended day two of “Back To The Land” in Consul pulling my truck onto a patch of grass on the outskirts of town, pitching my one man tent before calling it a night.

If you have any questions feel free to email me or post a comment below. And I mentioned in my previous post… Day three of “Back To The Land” will have a portrait… I promise.

Stay tuned & Cheers!



Best Highway Ever


Grain Elevator Dankin, Saskatchewan
Grain Elevator Dankin, Saskatchewan
Grain Elevator Dankin, Saskatchewan
Grain Elevator Dankin, Saskatchewan
Grain Elevator Dankin, Saskatchewan
Grain Elevator Dankin, Saskatchewan
Grain Elevator Dankin, Saskatchewan
Grain Elevator Dankin, Saskatchewan

by Jeremy Fokkens

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April 1, 2015 - 7:16 am

Janice Saskatchewan is a beautiful place, and the landscape is much more diverse than most people expect. We have spent many long weekends in Cypress Hills, it is lovely. I can’t wait to see more.

April 2, 2015 - 11:12 am

Lynn Strom Hi Jeremy, it’s me, Lisa’s mom here :-). I know what you mean by the light being different; it’s like that here, too. I call it ‘that sideways light’. I love it. I can’t describe it, but anyone who has experienced it knows what I mean when I call it that. I see it here mostly in the late afternoons. We are about an hour straight east of the Cypress Hills, southwest of Medicine Hat. Thanks for expressing your art so very well.

Back To the Land | Alsask Saskatchewan

After a crazy morning of torrential rain (See prior Post with video) I pulled out of Hanna, Alberta at around 6:15am and headed East on Highway 9 towards the Saskatchewan border. With the rain still coming down hard, I made my way into the towns of Stanmore and Chinook that were just within view from the side of the highway, only making brief visits driving at a walking pace up the few streets that make up these small towns. With the rain still coming down and not a single person in sight I decided to keep driving.  As soon as I pulled into Cereal,  the rain was only spitting, my stomach was growling and given the irony, I decided to enjoy a bowl of cereal in Cereal… get it? cereal in Cereal??… Never mind.  Now if you have ever travelled on your own and on a budget, eating out can add up and take a huge chunk out of your food budget (Unless you travel Asia… because all street food is pretty much a $1). So what I like to do is pull the tail gate down on my trusty 97 Taco (Tacoma for the non-Toyota fans) and stock a cooler with eggs, cereal, fruit, nuts, and of course peanut M&M’s. I also carry a four gallon water jug and a dual element portable coleman stove that is almost as indestructible as my Taco. This allows me to pull over anywhere my vehicle has access to, make something hot or cold, sit with my feet up, take in a view, and pack up and put more pavement behind me.

After breakfast I continued East and as soon as you cross the Alberta and Saskatchewan border, the highway immediately changes from highway 9 into highway 7. The moment you are on the Saskatchewan side of the border there is a town on the right called Alsask. I decided to take a look and see if I could make any headway to possibly get some history about the town from a local or even better, a portrait of a local. As I turned right off HWY 7 down the access road heading south, I immediately noticed and what looked like an abandon compound with rows of industrial style buildings that had been taken right out of the Twilight Zone. I wanted to see the town first before making my way back to this crazy looking compound. Within 500m I made a right down the main street of Alsask and just like every other town I visited, there was not a soul in sight and blinds closed on all the 40 or so houses that made up the town. After 20 minutes of just driving up and down the streets at a snails pace, I came upon an abandon school and decided what the hell it’s better to take some photos than no photos.

Once I had snapped a few frames of the school I made my way back to the strange looking compound to see what I could find and possibly figure out what this place was. There were about ten or so structures that ranged in various sizes. Some were long and skinny that looked like barracks or single story dorm apartments joined together, one of the buildings looked like a large workshop from the outside, and another of the largest buildings had a sign on the outside that read “Swimming Pool”. I drove around each of the structures and did not see anyone except just a couple derelict cars, a few broken windows, and random debris scattered here and there. After doing a little research about Alsask the name of the town could not be more original as it is a combination of Al-berta and Sask-atchewan, the compound part of the town turns out was used for military purposes and was part of the RCAF. It was opened in 1963 as part of the Pinetree Line of NORAD radar stations. The station was later renamed Canadian Forces Detachment of Alsask when the military branches were merged. The station was disbanded in 1987 and has been taken over by the village. The station property became part of the Rural Municipality of Milton when the village of Alsask was dissolved in 2009.

With no one in sight… again, I continued east on HWY 7 making various stops in Marengo, random dirt roads and farmers fields to photograph a bit of the landscape due to the lack of people I was not able to find. By mid-day I had arrived in Kindersley and decided to fuel up and plan my next course of action at one of the local diners. I will leave it here for now and in the mean time enjoy some of the photo’s and video and I promise there are portraits of locals coming… just sit tight, be patient and I promise it will be worth it.

Thanks for reading and feel free to comment or drop me a line if you have any questions.

Cheers – Jeremy




Alsask, Saskatchewan

One of the abandon schools in Alsask, Saskatchewan.

Alsask, Saskatchewan

The road on which the town of Alsask, Saskatchewan lies on (The town is just behind me on my right).


Alsask, Saskatchewan

Another abandon structure just off the side of highway 7 on the Alberta, Saskatchewan border.


Alsask, Saskatchewan


A couple of railway cars in Alsask, Saskatchewan.


Alsask, Saskatchewan

  A road that goes through a farmers field just outside of Alsask, Saskatchewan.

by Jeremy Fokkens

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March 20, 2015 - 7:28 am

Janice I am looking forward to following your adventures. Like you I have travelled mostly outside the country! silly because we have a beautiful country with interesting places and people, so I am looking forward to seeing it through your eyes. At least for now, maybe someday I will make the trip….

March 21, 2015 - 9:36 pm

Sara Awesome I live in Alsask and I think the photos of the school you took was beautiful. Let me know what questions you might have had either FB or email.

Canada Project | Back To The Land

Well it’s been a while since I have written anything on this blog and I can honestly say its feels good to write something down and I promise to be more diligent making blog posts a weekly part of my schedule. So much is going on and I am stoked to share with you some amazing stories and new exciting projects that are in the works. First and foremost the updates- I have started a new photography project (which we will get to shortly), I have become recently engaged, launched my first published book “The Human Connection”, and spent this last month (January) in Australia standing next to my little brother as he got married. I will try my hardest to keep you from falling sleep due to shear boredom, so lets get to it and we can start with the NEW photography project as I will post more about the book in the coming weeks.

For those that are familiar with my work, the last major photography project took place in Bangladesh and Nepal back in 2011-2012 and in that time I have discovered many things about myself, my photography, and where I plan to take myself in this crazy world of picture taking. Having travelled to a lot interesting places it was back in 2012 that I discovered a whole different side of Calgary let alone Canada that I never noticed before. Most people including myself tend to leave their own country or escape the familiar in search of adventure, inspiration, and or just for the hell of getting outside and out of the house. My situation is no different and I have decided to take the same approach and process from my travels abroad to my newest project which involves a very large portion of Canada and the inspiration I found within this incredible country I call home. My plan is to travel across Canada and visit all ten provinces and three territories over the span of five years photographing the residents from small towns and remote areas. As of right now the project is still quite new and I’m sure it will evolve over the the five years and possibly more. In the coming weeks I will be posting photographs from Alberta and Saskatchewan including stories of the people I met and photographed thus far. Also I have teamed up with the very talented Chantelle Kolesnik using her creative direction, video skills, and talent where we have created a small trailer of this new Canada project. All I ask is that you be patient and stay tuned as we are just in the final phases of editing the footage and adding the final tweaks.

So before you leave to check your Instagram feed, I am proud and a little nervous to present the official START of … Drum roll please… “Back To The Land”

August 1st, 2014 was the big day I decided to spend a couple weeks on the road  starting with the province of Saskatchewan (only on the basis because it was close)as I had no specific route planned except a quick look at google maps the night before. I woke the next morning with my equipment pretty much packed from the previous day, I left my home in Calgary at 10am driving North on highway 2 (QE2) through central Alberta. Call me crazy but when you plan to set out on any adventure that has a significant set of challenges, obstacles and not to mention the unknown, you expect when that day comes it is going to be this surreal magical moment. For me that morning felt like any other morning and the feeling could of easily been equal to a cappuccino at my favourite coffee shop. After locking up the house, loading the back of my 97′ Tacoma with a tent, coleman stove, a cooler with some food (mostly trail mix, fruit, eggs, and cereal), camera equipment and a change of clothes, I was on the road but not before hitting my favourite coffee spot for a cappuccino to go.

As I made my way out of the city on highway 2, I veered East on highway 582 which turns into highway 27 (Junction 21) and then makes another change into Highway 9 (junction 56) from there highway 9 continues without change until you hit the Sasakatchewan border. As I drove down highway 582 that surreal sense that was non-existent when I walked out the front door suddenly arrived the moment I ventured off the main highway. The feeling was incredible and I loved that I did not have a schedule, I had no expectations for myself or anyone else, the freedom of just driving searching for small towns, and the anticipation of photographing the people that call these soon to be discovered places home. Before setting up camp for the first night, I managed to visit quite a few little towns which included Craigmyle, Morrin, Munson, and Delia. Before I stopped into my first town, I had this preconceived notion that I was going to see some cowboy sitting on a stool spitting his chew into the street outside of a saloon or bar and the main street showcasing the odd rusted old 70’s ford pick-up. Well possibly 40 years ago you might have seen such a sight, however the saloon still stands, but it’s now the post office and the guy spitting is just another employee for which-ever favourable oil company that is currently drilling in the area. The towns were either overtaken by big trucks sporting every major oil company’s logo OR nothing at all where the town was almost abandoned. Once I noticed this I knew this was going to be a tough project and that finding people with that Canadian distinctive feel that I had envisioned in my mind was going to be nothing short of difficult.

At around 7:30pm the sun was slowly starting to creep closer and closer towards the horizon with nothing more than that beautiful golden prairie light and for those of you that love to drive across the prairies you know what I’m talking about. I rolled into Hanna, Alberta… YES the very same Hanna where the ever so popular Nickelback band is from. By this point I had already put more than 250km of road behind me and the first place I stopped was a small RV/Gravel lot. I parked my truck and went directly to the RV office. I was greeted by a pleasant lady and told her I needed a spot for one night, she said fine and asked if I needed any services to hook up my RV too. I laughed and said “no need as I’m just pitching a tent”. The lady just looked at me a little confused and said “I’m sorry but we don’t allow tents”. At this point I was now confused and I asked “why”?, she said it was a company policy and she could not give me an answer or reason as to why. I thought she was joking but there was no laughing after she said “No… I’m really serious”. She mentioned there was a small lake 5 km away that allowed tents. I thanked her for her time and went to this small lake on the outskirts of town. As I pulled up and drove around the camp-ground all I could see were motor homes with families watching TV through their half opened windows to escape the summer heat, and once I managed to find a spot right next to the lake, I realized I was the only person with a tent. I found the Camp Office which was an RV and paid my one day fee. As I was in the final stages of setting up my one man coffin, a little girl came over to me. As I glanced towards her, she could not have been no more than five or six years old. Hammering in my last tent peg in case the wind picked up, the little girl curiously asked me “Where is your motor home?” I replied and said “I don’t have one. I have a tent instead”. She then says “Oh…… that’s nice, but where are you going to sleep?” I reply “In this tent”. She paused again for a few more moments and says “Oh… ok, I’ve never seen one of those before.” With all the RV’s in the area I can see why. I felt like my tent was a MacDonald’s Big Mac in a Michelin Star restaurant. It did not fit especially given a few blank stares amongst the other RV’ers next to me.

It was a good first day as the weather was blue bird perfect and I was excited to spend my first night on the road. When ever I travel I usually finish my day off with a book. This time I had a beautiful lake, a chair, and the sun setting over the lakes horizon.The very next morning I woke to some extremely loud thunder at 5:30am and forced myself to get out of bed as I had a bad feeling and could smell the moisture in the air. That gut feeling was right and I scrambled as fast as I could to strike the tent and get in the truck before the rain came. The moment I slammed the truck door shut I kid you not all hell broke lose and I will let the video at the end of the post give you the full depth of that morning.

Stay tuned for more updates on “Back To The Land” as I will be posting more video and of course portraits of my encounters across Canada. If you have any comments, questions, or just want to say “Hi” please do not hesitate to write them in the “Comment Section” or send me an email through the contact form.

Have an awesome day!!

This photo was taken in Craigmyle, Alberta the first day I started my cross Canada project "Back To The Land"

Craigmyle, Alberta

This photo was taken in Craigmyle, Alberta the first day I started my cross Canada project "Back To The Land".

Craigmyle, Alberta.




by Jeremy Fokkens

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February 18, 2015 - 2:18 pm

Llisa Bastard Congrats on starting your project Jeremy!

Will you be planning your locations or discovering them as you wander?

Just curious, I’m from a tiny town of 225 people NW of Edmonton that has some characters I could point you towards

February 18, 2015 - 5:17 pm

Bryan Cooper What a fantastic project! I like the stories of your own journey that go along with the photos that come out of it and I eagerly await to hear more tales.
Best of luck in your future travels! Interested spot: Bruderheim, AB has tons of cool old tiny buildings, mostly churches, complete with old priests. Let me know if you pass through Edmonton on your travels!

February 19, 2015 - 2:16 am

Louise Gallagher Hi Jeremy — what an exciting project. I love how people are offering you ideas of places to visit. I’m not sure if you are ‘done’ Saskatchewan but a town in the south east corner that is amazing is Gravelbourg. In the 1920s a priest spent 10 years painting the cathedral a la grand masters — and it is stunningly beautiful.

Enjoy the road!

February 22, 2015 - 11:42 am

Martha Sanders The picture of the cowboy with the horses
running behind is my brother Jim Commodore.

March 19, 2015 - 12:52 pm

Jeremy Fokkens | Calgary Photographer […] a crazy morning of torrential rain (See prior Post with video) I pulled out of Hanna, Alberta at around 6:15am and headed East on Highway 9 towards […]

Edelman Canada | Corporate Head Shots

When I got the call to photograph a new set of corporate head shots for Edelman Canada in Calgary, I always make a point of visiting the space first just in case something changes on the day of the shoot. And in my case the office that I was shooting in was having a major renovation so instead I made two site visits just to be on the safe side. The photoshoot took place on my birthday which was really fun and the day consisted of photographing 13 people individually on seamless white in a room that was maybe 10 feet by 8 feet. It was tight to say the least, however like all photoshoots you are given what you are given, you make it work, and you have fun with it as it forces you to adapt on the fly. The lighting itself was a four light set-up; two strip lights hitting the backdrop to create the perfect white, 47″ Octabank (Camera left) for the main, and a 24″x36″” Soft box (Camera right) for a little fill. Also on set I had the very talented Karen Malcolm for hair and make-up – and my trusty assistant Elsbeth whom I call Urban Sherpa.


A corporate head shot for Edelman Canada in the Calgary, Alberta office.


A corporate head shot for Edelman Canada in the Calgary, Alberta office.


A corporate head shot for Edelman Canada in the Calgary, Alberta office.


A corporate head shot for Edelman Canada in the Calgary, Alberta office.


A corporate head shot for Edelman Canada in the Calgary, Alberta office.


A corporate head shot for Edelman Canada in the Calgary, Alberta office.



A corporate head shot for Edelman Canada in the Calgary, Alberta office.


Edelman Canada in the Calgary, Alberta office.