DANO Pendygrasse

odds and ends from an unusual life

Craig in Black and White.

Here is a shot of Craig Kelly that nobody has ever seen. I like to think of him out there in the mellow pow fields doing long heelside carves.

Have a nice day.



Snowboard Photo Blog #a billion

I’m scanning again. Every time anyone asks me for an old shot and I have to go dig into the binders I get lost for days.

This was the end of the 2001 season. JP Walker had just about finished filming one of the best parts in snowboarding history and he wanted to smack it way over the fences. At this point rock rides didn’t happen. He did this one and set off a flurry of them over the next couple years. This was heavy. I remember stressing about the angle, I wanted to make sure that the entire length of the rock was in the frame. The sketchiest part of the whole thing was the runout though. He had to weave through the treeline at speed after landing.

The magazine morphed a sequence but nobody has ever seen the still photo.


Urban yoga circle

I passed a yoga circle on my walk yesterday. It looked like this:


That is all.


Sound System

I have cool friends. Stylish friends. Amazing and interesting friends that make me look like pretty much of a shlub in comparison.

The other day we went over to my friends Semele and Bruce's home for an afternoon cocktail before heading out for a sushi dinner. They have taken a typical vancouver box house and turned it into a beautful example of good design and impecable taste. When we got there some surfy acoustic bliss was coming out of this stereo record machine. Sounds as good as it looks and made for a perfect soundtrack for Sem's spur-of-the-moment blender drink creations.

Good times, good company, summer...real nice.



a boat.

In Roatan you spend a lot of time waiting for boats. Waiting for them to go out so you can dive, waiting for them to come in so you can strip off the gear and reload it, waiting for friends to come back, or waiting to go somewhere new. It's one of the realities of living on an island. Some of the boats have been working these waters for years and they wear their age like an old coat.

I walked past this old girl for a long time before one day, while waiting for a different boat, I decided to take a closer look.











Cirque de Soleil Kooza in Vancouver

So the last time that La Cirque de Soleil set up across the street from us, we looked at the tents for a month or six weeks or whatever and barely discussed going to the show. After it was gone we kinda slapped our heads and said "What the Hell were we thinking?"

La Cirque is back with a show called Kooza and this time we're not going to miss it dammit. However, our tickets aren't until we're back from sweden so I'll have to wait a few weeks. Until then, here is a review and some photos that I've taken in the last few days. The tents are so big and distinctive that they are hard to miss on our daily walks. I've yet to really get a shot that I like but will continue to snap away.


The inside of BC Place and the cirque tent and our building
In tents, Intense.
La Cirque with no Soleil.


Chainsaw, cut wood.

One more of Rob and his chainsaw.


And what they do together:


Hastings park for Wiener races

Yesterday was the second annual Hastings Park Wiener Dog races. Louise was a little young for them last year, but this year she was ready to go. After an extensive training program (4 days of running from one parent to the other in the park) she was ready to test her skills against some of the finest racing dachshunds on the planet. Or at least the 64 who bothered to sign up in time from Greater Vancouver.

Right out of the gate she was flying, until she noticed that there were 6 other dogs behind her, so she slowed to take a look at them all. That's right about the time that she noticed Max, a good looking chocolate dapple, making a break for the finish line. She hit the gas and almost caught him at the wire, but had to settle for second.

So Louise didn't advance to the final, but she did show a lot of promise and flat out speed. If she can focus next year, I think she might take it.

Our friend Nancy has a little video of the race. From her angle it looks like Weezy caught up and won. It was that close.


That is one good looking racing dog.
I took a t/s lens with me. (No I didn't).
In the gate and ready to rip.
So right here is where she got a little sidetracked. "Hey, what are all you guys doing back there?"
I was so excited that I stopped looking through the viewfinder and just let the camera rip. Focus/shmocus.
Actually, the sound of pounding hooves is really soothing.
I don't bet on the ponies.

The winning form of Joey. Two years running.
Next year Louise will have some training behind her and give him a run for his money. Or not, whatever she feels like...

A little fishing trip

After 6 weeks diving I came home to no obligations and a fierce need to go fishing. I unpacked for a week and caught up on some things and then called my old friend Rob from Whistler Cigars.

Me: "hey buddy, I'm thinking about trying to sneak away for a few days of fishing"

Rob: "I'm leaving Sunday at 6 AM with a couple friends..."

Me: "Done and done!"

So a couple days later I'm driving with my oldest friend up to a lake that we haven't been to together in about ten years. I'm writing a little story about the trip so I'll keep it short, but here are some shots from the trip. Enjoy.

I've been off blogging for awhile, but I'm back in the groove folks. You'll be seeing lots more from me again.


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Sunrise at 5:45 in Whistler.

flybox full of options
pumping the stomach to find out what they are feeding on.
Chironomid fishing is a patient business.
Misty evening sunset fishing.
Rainy and cold in July.
And even some damn snow.
A boy and his dog.
Hydration is essential...
...as is proper nutrition.
Neon green sunset forest. Notice the Beetle-killed pines?
This is what it's all about.