Precipiste Pictures

New Flix

2011-12-19T20:39:00.000-08:00

By Christopher J. Carter

Its been a bit since the last post from Neduardo down south, but we are all alive, kicking and well. Winter is setting in, skiing is thin and we are in the post-production phases of the Altai Story documentary. In the meanwhile, check out some new short films. As always comments(cheeky or otherwise) and feedback are most welcomed.

The Wool House

Mongolian Climbing School 2011

Transit

Que Alivio! Off to The Andes

2011-03-04T12:33:00.000-08:00

"Este es que duele." -This is what hurt. I was looking at Sergio, a Pathologist whom just clipped a shark-tooth of an ingrown toe-nail from my big-toe. Oh the relief. Most of you know how odd my feet already appear, add one fully purple big toe-nail and you have some large ugly feet. I was able to comprehend some of what he said, the rest he drew on a piece of paper for me. He pointed to my short too nails and said "este, no- mas larga." I asked if he had ever been to the Andes, and he said no, obviously never having worn ski boots of climbing shoes. I found myself there after a wild-goose chase around my neighborhood, it was only when a women named Helga came to the rescue. Earlier, in the Traumatologico while explaining my situation to the receptionist, Helga spontaneously appeared and saves the day. "I have Pathologist I go to and he is great." She even called him and set up my appointment, what a Goddess! Helga hails from Germany but spent some time in California, and is now retired here. It is small things like these that make so much difference in my day.

Two nights earlier I saw LCD Soundsystem play the best set I have ever heard, hands down. For those that haven't heard them, look them up. "Psychedelic punk" is a category they are placed in, real up beat and very conducive to wiggling. Pre-show I had a set list in mind, and they started it just as I had envisioned it! Dance Yrself Clean started off this Wednesday night and I was maybe 5 rows back right in the middle, taking it all in and loving life. That was their seventh last show. Ever. I had no problem staying close to front and center, what an ideal venue!

More of this city unfolds itself each day. Upon finishing the first month of Intensive Spanish today, some friends and I ventured to Barrio Chino where we found THE market. Peanut butter, coconut milk, Srichacha, quinoa, immaculate baked goods, oh boy! I have been wandering these streets for a month now, each day less is new to me but at the same time I uncover places like this one. I can find my way around by Colectivos now, which is a money-saver. Colectivos are buses that can take you any where in the city, the trick is to use your GuiaT (map) correctly and find the right one. Upon taking one across town to La Boca with my friends Brian and Elaina yesterday, we encountered one of those rides that seems to never end. Traveling on these can prove to be tour all on its own. We caught the ciento-sesenta-ocho, the 168 that would bring us back to Belgrano. Tired from another day we all rode contently, silently pondering the future. Time blended together as we weaved our way through seemingly endless gridlock, towards the blaze of the setting sun. Brian and Elaina end their two-month stay in Buenos Aires today. They are off to Bariloche and then home to the states.

My adventure, on the other hand, has just begun. Tonight I am catching a bus west, to Mendoza, where an Argentinean friend of my friend Peter Ramos is waiting. This is my spring break, and in my stuffed pack is climbing shoes and harness, just enough clothes and full camera gear for 10 days in the Andes! The climbing valley is named Arenales, 130 km south west of Mendoza Capital. Sweet jubilation, mountains here I come!

Chau,

Ned Gall
El 4 de Marzo, 2011

Bienvenidos a Mi Vida Nueva

2011-02-21T17:04:00.000-08:00

As of today, I have been living in Buenos Aires for two weeks. I no longer check snow reports daily or anticipate storm cycles. I don't have to worry about icy rides to class or anything like that, because it is summer, I'm on the other side of the world! Instead I watch my step so as not to be one of those that plants a foot in dog poop. I walk close to the buildings so that the water dripping down the buildings doesn't land on my head. Things are different here, to say the least.

I have found this place is only as overwhelming as you let it be. I have stopped drinking coffee, simply because I do not need that kind of energy. A cold shower in the morning will wake me better than caffeine, sitting through four hours of Spanish class jittery is no good. I can speak enough to get by, although when spoken too I am slow at responding. . only natural. My host parents speak no English, which benefits me greatly. When I continually respond si at the dinner table they know that I have no idea what they are talking about. In a couple of months I will pick it up.

Our home is beautiful and my favorite spot is by far the roof top. On Sundays Luciano (my host father) cooks up the best meat I have ever had, and other days I can watch the clouds roll by. Some days it is humid as can be, and others hold monsoon strength rains. I have worn nothing but Chacos, shorts and short sleeve shirts since arriving, and you can imagine the looks I get! A tall gangly gringo with some messed-up pinky toes. I thoroughly enjoy people watching, especially when I can catch someone look from my feet to my face and back down again, I can't even imagine what they are thinking. They call people from Buenos Aires Portenos, and I wish you all could see the Portenas, they are something else. Very fashionable, dark and oh so pretty. I think my friend Clancy summed it up pretty well from his stay here last semester; "I see the most beautiful woman of my life, everyday."

Why did I choose Argentina, and this place where I am totally out of my element? I do not have a direct answer to that question, but I am sure the answer will present itself within the next five months. Never have I taken a subte (subway) that is packed like a can of sardines, ridden in a taxi that drives like something out of a video game, or drank such cheap, good wine. I have yet to make many Argentine friends but I anticipate them. I have found a climbing gym in walking distance to my home, and I have balance in my life. The night life is absurd, parties don't start until two in the morning, and it is not uncommon to be crawling into bed as the sun rises.

I will be posting here occasionally, I won't say how much, and one of these days I will have a short film for you guys. I would bring my camera everywhere, but that is my greatest problem, shooting photos in places at the right times so I am not the victim of a robbery, because they happen here, often. Two more weeks of intensive language class and I am off to the mountains of Mendoza, where I hope to climb. Oh and this wednesday is LCD Soundsystem!! They are breaking up after this tour and I will most definitely be dancing my self clean. If you don't know who they are YouTube that shit.

Chau amigos,
Ned

Ski Touring with The Junior Mountaineering Team

2011-02-08T22:27:00.001-08:00

Enter Bowsers Castle

Last weekend I had the opportunity to get out with the Junior Mountaineering Team in the Southern Madison Range for a few days of backcountry touring. With marked stability, 10in of fresh and thousands of vertical feet of skiable terrain, the conditions were set for an excellent introduction to the Montana backcountry.

Started in 2003 this free program of the Montana Mountaineering Association aims to provide ,"enthusiastic kids the tools they need to explore their local mountains and the adventures that lay beyond: to make them alpinists". While the program focuses on alpine climbing and backcountry travel skills , this program provides a conduit to encourage kids to engage in their communities as leaders with a critical consciousness for the essential facets of life.

Giacomo Ranieiri and JMT Instructor Kevin Brumbach cover the finer points of the beacon search

Giacomo has a go

JMT Instructor KT Miller introduces a right side up, continental snowpack

Instruction for the team is headed by volunteers from the Bozeman climbing and skiing community. Every one of them contributes their unique skill set and experiences to the learning experience. Instructor backgrounds ranging from ski patrol to altitude medicine, alpinism, professional guiding and snow science.

With a maximum of six accepted students yearly, the student to instructor ratio stays in the 2:1 and 1:1 range, providing an unparalleled level of instruction and attention to detail.

The JMT trains over the course of a school year to prepare for two weeks of skiing and climbing in the Tetons in June, applying their learned skills to leading and route finding in the regions most classic couloirs and aretes. The Tetons lurked in the distance the entire training weekend, providing a bit of foreshadowing of what is to come.

Days passed quickly as the crew learned the art of transitions, digging pits, assessing snow pack, skinning technique, terrain management, with some great powder skiing to boot.

Parker Webb got a bit sleepy and found some pillows

As the weekend drew to a close, Parker and I traversed south along the ridge line seeking out some untouched turns on a familiar aspect. We found a prominent NE facing feature, a dreamy tree lined spine with a steep roll over to start, dropping 2,600ft to the south shores of Hebgen Lake. For a moment I remembered my first days of JMT years ago, the first skin tracks, slogs, ice pitches and 20 minute drills and how this singular program has given me a bunch to work with in the hills. The clouds started to roll in thickly now. Parker and I had a nod and we dropped in, leapfrogging through meadows and over pillows into the fading light of the storm cell.

Cheers,

Christopher J. Carter

February 9, 2010

For those who like moving pictures and would like to learn more, here is a profile of the program from filmmaking gun and 2010 graduate Jennings Barmore.

The Junior Mountaineering Team from Precipiste Pictures on Vimeo.

Support the next generation here.

http://www.montanamountaineering.org/help.shtml

Those keen to join next season can find information here.

http://www.montanamountaineering.org/juniormountaineering.shtml

"Where There Are Reeds "

2010-09-13T17:47:00.000-07:00

A Short Film

Athabaska in the Cree language translates to "Where There Are Reeds", a geographic note of these first peoples early connection to Lake Athabaska and the surrounding terrain. Keeping with the tradition of pre-school wandering in the Canadian Rockies,join us as we explore glaciers and their significance from the unique perspective of climbing in the high alpine and glaciated environment of the Athabaska Glacier.

"Where There Are Reeds" from cj carter on Vimeo.

7 minutes

Direction/Cinematography/Editing

Christopher J. Carter and Ned Gall

Rigging

Phil Straub

Shot on a Canon 5DMk2, a 7D, and two Go Pro HDs

Special thanks to Go Pro for the camera!

A 2010 Precipiste Picture

"Where There Are Reeds "

2010-09-05T15:19:00.000-07:00

Alpine Climbing in The Canadian Rockies

By PHIL STRAUB

September 5th 2010

Photography By NED GALL and CHRISTOPHER J. CARTER

Processing By GRAEME MACPHERSON

"I just got hit by lightning!"

Sparks jump painfully from my tools to my hands as the telltale buzz of an electrical storm manifests in my inner ears. Ned and I crouch below the chossy ridgeline while CJ violently massages his forehead. We are not welcome here.

Nine hours before, we had set off from the car at four a.m. with ambitions to climb Mount Athabasca by its historic North Face route, one of the first of the great north faces to be climbed in the Canadian Rockies. Athabasca is the Hydro-geographical pinnacle of our continent; Waters north flow to the Arctic Ocean, water flowing east meets the Atlantic Ocean, water moving west joins the Pacific. This point of judgment lies 5,000 vertical feet above us as we tackle the first rock-strewn slopes on the approach. The moon is bright enough to define the mountain's stark and compelling silhouette.

It's only twenty minutes before we reach a cache of gear we left the day before. We sort and divide the equipment by headlamp before simul-soloing the first ice slopes. The toe of the Little A Glacier extends a friendly low-angle ramp, which we use to access the glacier itself. Half an hour of beautiful rambling ice leaves us beneath the Silverhorn and its immense serac just as the moon hides away behind the ridge. We make haste through this exposed zone, crossing crevasses and ascending gentle slopes until we find ourselves below the massive north face. The sun reveals itself and casts the most euphoric golden glow over our surroundings. The photographers in Ned and CJ go haywire while I try to find words to describe the beauty of our position. As the sun begins to climb, we tie in and cross the Bergshrund to gain the lower ice slopes of the North Face.

"Phil, you want to go climbing in Canada?"

One partner shy, Ned Gall invites me to accompany himself and CJ Carter on a climbing and film trip to Northern Alberta. The goal is to climb Mount Athabasca and to put together a video on the importance of glaciers, particularly in climbing. I skip moving into my new abode and throw my pack in the overstuffed trunk.

Two days of driving, eating, hot-springing, and conversing with intoxicated Canadians (even more friendly than standard Canadians) lead us to Banff National Park and the toe of the Athabasca Glacier. This massive flow of glacial ice is only a miniscule protrusion that originates in the Columbia Ice Field. 250 square kilometers in area, the Columbia Ice Field is responsible with providing the vast majority of Western Canada with water for agriculture, drinking, and energy. We spend the rest of the day getting re-acquainted with glacial travel and discussing the grim reality of the future. What happens when the Columbia Ice Field, melting faster every day, is no longer able to satiate the needs of Western Canada? We wave with cynicism to glacier tour busses, hybrid army-tank-schoolbus contraptions capable of driving paying customers onto the glacier. "The more they drive, the more soot and grime coats the ice, the faster it melts," we point out.

The next day exceeds expectations. After a leisurely breakfast, we make our way to the Icefields Visitors Center for coffee and conversation with climbing rangers and curious tourists alike. That afternoon, we begin filming. We return to a Millwell in the ice, a hole created by cascading water, which we had found the day before. Anchors are set up and cameras roll as we take turns lowering into the glacier. Ten meters down and I'm standing in a stream of sub-glacial melt. I realize I am surrounded by a magnificent network of caverns, lit by the most amazing blue hue of light traveling through meters of glacial ice. After a few moments of awe, I begin ice climbing back out of the gaping hole. Soaked by the waterfall and shocked by the lurid beauty of the ice, I grovel over the lip. We take turns all afternoon, lowering, filming, climbing, and simply appreciating the intrinsic splendor of the world we have found. We eat and go to sleep early, getting ready to wake up and climb at 3 a.m..

Athabasca is showing us remarkable hospitality. We find exquisite alpine ice above the bergschrund. Swinging and kicking, we plant our tools and crampons in the perfect glacial ice and work our way upward in rope-length increments. The climbing is endless- every pitch, we stare at the crux rock band, thinking this is the pitch that will take us there. But with very little in the way of landmarks, it is impossible to judge distance on the featureless ice slope, and we clamber on through another thousand feet of thunker sticks. Ice from the leader whizzes past without warning with the sound of bullets. One softball-sized chunk strikes me in the jaw and bursts, another hits Ned in the thigh with a sickening thud. We are happy to be climbing again when we get off the belay.

At last we approach the crux. When the route was first climbed in 1971, ice-climbing pioneer Yvon Chuinard rated this crux 5.4. In the last ten years, badass Canadian alpinist Barry Blanchard re-rated the pitch 5.8. These days, many think it to be 5.9 mixed. It's not that the climbers are getting softer, or that modern equipment fails us in this instance. The ice is simply melting away at an exhaustive rate, revealing more difficult rock every year. "Will this pitch even exist in a climbable form in 20 years?" we wonder.

I ask for the lead and after traversing right off the belay I begin up a thin steep ice runnel. After ten meters of the best ice climbing on route, I place my tools on rock, and throw in gear. Tenuous stemming leads to pins in loose chunks. A few more exciting feet of groveling over wild exposure and I find myself placing a tool in good ice yet again. I throw in a screw and head up twenty more meters of ice to the belay. CJ and Ned follow in perfect form, shooting video all the way. CJ takes out the last piece and asks why I didn't place another. I say it makes me feel like Steve House. One more full pitch of 60 degree sugar over ice and I'm on the summit of Athabasca. Ten minutes later and my partners join me for a summit hug. We nurse our late-August screaming barfies and begin down in a torrent of wind and snow.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz ZAP!

"Get off the ridge!" CJ has just been struck with an electrical discharge, my hands are numb from my sparking tools, and we cower below the ridgeline. With the storm, we cannot continue to the normal descent, consisting of easy rappels. Instead, we opt for a loose and unappetizing scree slope. We stagger our progress and walk on a backwards 45-degree treadmill for a thousand vertical feet. At last on flat ground again, and safe from the hazards of the upper mountain, we skirt the edge of the glacier and begin the final endless plod to the car in pouring rain. At last, 13 hours after we left our vehicle, we are hugging in the downpour and taking haggard self-portraits. We drive back to our wet tents, and away from one of the finest alpine faces I have ever had the honor to climb.

We are driving the other way through the park now, away from the vast glaciers and soaring peaks. How much will the glacier have receded when I return again? Will all the lines we scoped this trip still exist on the next one? Will our children ever come here and be able to experience the thrill that we have? We leave Banff National Park with a newfound respect for the power and importance of glaciers. A reverence gained through interaction and a pure interface is a powerful feeling indeed. I have always found climbing to be an exceedingly pure way to involve yourself in your environment, and to discover what it means to you. But even the bus-goers, glacial-tour trekkers, or even the RV clad families who choose to simply observe from a distance and can't help but be affected by the magnificence of the landscape they find them selves engulfed in. We can only hope that enough people realize this before it is too late.

Stay Tuned! -A short non-fiction film is on its way.

Wool Filmmaking Dispatch 2

2010-08-22T16:05:00.000-07:00

All photographs © Christopher J. Carter 2010.

A Foray Into Community Produced Media

As Summer draws to a close the sheepmen of South Central Montana prepare for Fall. Fields may need to be hayed, breeding groups planned, sheep culled and shipped for sale.

I spent the past week in the Boulder river area at pasture with the Halvorson and Lair families as they sorted, culled and shipped sheep.

Culling is the selling of or separating of animals with undesirable characteristics or health issues . Hundreds of heads of sheep are assessed one by one, sorted into separate holding pens; those who will stay on pasture and those who will be sold(rejected) from the herd.

In both families fathers sons grandsons and grandfathers work side by side. In the heat of a Montana sun the process of culling can take as much as a few days depending on how many head of sheep the family runs.

Off to the Canadian Rockies for some Alpine Climbing. TRs from the Tetons etc. coming soon

Christopher J. Carter

August 22, 2010

Alpinas Maneras

2010-08-13T12:04:00.000-07:00

->Filmmaking in the Bolivian Andes with the Montana Mountaineering Association

A short non-fiction film exploring the human experience of international mountaineering.

Shadowing a 2009 expedition the Bolivian Andes with community based non-profit, the Montana Mountaineering Association, this film takes flight with a small team of students and instructors to better understand this cross-cultural experience.

"Alpinas Maneras" from cj carter on Vimeo.

Photography/Direction/Editing - Christopher J. Carter

Assisting Editing- Ned Gall

A 2009 Precipiste Picture

12 min.

Production stills are posted here http://precipistemedia.blogspot.com/2010/05/alpinas-maneras.html

An Overview of the MMA Course

Spanning nearly seven months and two continents, this program offers it all: from first setting crampons to snow and ice to lofty 6000 meter summits, the Mountaineering Continuum will teach you how to move freely and safely through high mountain country and over technical terrain with confidence and sound judgment.

Beginning with an overview of essential skill sets and their application in the rugged Rocky Mountains surrounding Bozeman, this course continually progresses through every facet of mountaineering: including trip planning, equipment selection, winter backcountry travel, hazard evaluation, avalanche education (provided by the Friends of the Center), technical rock and ice climbing as well as myriad protective systems for high-angle terrain.

This program concludes with a mountaineering master’s curriculum as we move our classroom south for an expedition to Bolivia’s Cordillera Real. With a low student to instructor ratio and six months of training to prepare for the expedition, the goal is to complete more technically demanding routes than the normal “walk-ups.”

Previous climbing experience is not required. However, participants should be in good physical condition; and have some backpacking or hiking experience.

Keen on more info?

montanamountaineering.org

Wool Filmmaking

2010-07-30T22:05:00.000-07:00

All photographs © Christopher J. Carter 2010.

A Foray Into Community Produced Media

Epilogue:

Just begun the fieldwork stages of a new film on the lifestyle of wool growing in South- Central Montana. Over the next 4 seasons I will be collaborating with a handful of families in Sweetgrass county to capture and tell the story of the wool growing lifestyle.

It is a story of family, tradition, global connectivity and a connection to land and place...at least for now.

Stay tuned for updates over the next year, things are bound to get interesting.

(Above and Below)

The Lair ranch prepares to move irrigation, preparing the fields for a second summer harvest of hay. Pipes and irrigation line are moved twice daily 5-10 meters to ensure coverage and growth.

The scale house and bales of wool sit in a mostly empty wool house. In the course of 100 years wool production has decreased from almost a million pounds a year(1910) to 38,000 in 2010.

Strands of wool strewn across the wool house floor grant evidence of a wool coop sale and shipment a week prior.

Big Timber Wool house interior

Big Timber wool house exterior

Big Timber wool house loading dock, once shipped by train, lower yearly wool production does not yield the need for rail transport. All bales are now transported by truck.

Names and dates of sheepmen , shearers and deputies encase the inner and outer walls of the wool house a testament to over a hundred years of use, the oldest of them dating to the 1910s.

Chao for now,

Christopher J. Carter

July 30th 2010

Rosin and 8 seconds

2010-07-04T16:40:00.001-07:00

An Evening in Wilsall

June 19, 2010

Here are a few shots from a summer photo-j project on rural life in Montana. These were shot between the hours of 6 and 8pm during Saturday bull-riding and roping events at the annual rodeo.

enjoy.

All photographs © Christopher J. Carter 2010.

Off Trail Photography

2010-05-18T10:35:00.000-07:00

Here is the short film...

Off Trail Photography from cj carter on Vimeo.

Feedback is most appreciated.

Cheers,

Christopher J. Carter
March 2010

2010-05-11T22:11:00.000-07:00

"Off Trail Photography" Production Stills

Had the opportunity to work with Off Trail Photography this weekend to produce a short film covering the photography of Ted Chase.

(http://www.tedchase.com/offtrail.html )

Here are a few snaps from a few top shelf days of production in the greater yellowstone ecosystem.

Cheers,

Christopher J. Carter
May 2010

Mongolitana [CJ Carter Photo]

Great Horned Owl (Bubo virginianus) [CJ Carter Photo]

The eyes of Great Horned Owls are nearly as large as those of humans and are immobile within their circular bone sockets. Instead of turning their eyes, they turn their heads. Therefore, their neck must be able to turn a full 270 degrees in order to see in other directions without moving its entire body.

[CJ Carter Photo]

Rocky Mountain Big Horned Sheep (Ovis canadensis) are one of three species of mountain sheep in North America and Siberia; the other two species being (Ovis dalli), that includes Dall Sheep and Stone's Sheep, and the Siberian Snow Sheep ( Ovis nivicola). Wild sheep crossed the Bering Land Bridge from Siberia during the Pleistocene period (~750,000 years ago).

[CJ Carter Photo]

Wild sheep live in social groups, but rams and ewes typically meet only to mate. Rams live in bachelor groups and females live in herds with other females and their young rams. When fall mating arrives, rams gather in larger groups and ram fighting escalates.

[CJ Carter Photo]

Wildlife lensman Ted Chase, a nomad with a camera.

Short film to come, stay tuned.

"Alpinas Maneras"

2010-05-02T21:58:00.000-07:00

Alpinas Maneras

Visual notes from the field

Last summer I was granted an opportunity assist in the international mountaineering continuum with the Montana Mountaineering Association on a trip to the Bolivian Andes.

http://www.montanamountaineering.org/

Almost a year later I finally had a chance to skim through some images. Below are a few shots from the filming of a short documentary on the program.

Any comments, feedback, or cheeky jokes are most appreciated.

Enjoy,

Christopher J. Carter

May 2010

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Twilight on the descent to La Paz

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Boatmen rearrange car ferrries at a Lago de Titicaca crossing.

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A man begins construction of a new tea house , Isla del Sol Lago de Titicaca

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MMA crew rolls deep

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Looking into Peru, Lago Titicaca

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La Condoriri

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Kyle Terrio takes the lead up the flanks of Pyramide Blanca

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Erin Taylor atop Pyramide Blanca

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Clouds propelled upwards from the Amazon encase la Cabeza de Condor y la Derecha

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Pedro Ramos works a pump into a rest day

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A lou with a view

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Have you been to ze' couloir?

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'Woah, big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh big ol' jet airliner
'Cause it's here that I've got to stay'

->Stay tuned

"Parralax"

2010-05-02T20:15:00.000-07:00

"Parralax" from cj carter on Vimeo.

Exploring the position of people and places along two different lines of sight, Parralax is an archival based film which considers the latitude of multiple occurring cultural realities in Alaska during in the 1940s. All sound was gathered and created in the present day.

A [precipiste pictures] film

Christopher J. Carter and Brian Bee

April 2010

A Tobacco Roots Adventure

2010-04-13T19:33:00.000-07:00

By the time spring break was here, KT and I were due for an adventure, so we set our sights on Branham Lakes deep within the vast Tobacco Root range. It was complete with large packs, an 8 mile slog in, clear skies and calm winds.

I have heard that there is the greatest concentration of 10,000 ft + peaks of any mountain range within Montana, and from the top of Thomson peak we could nearly see them all. With ideal camping conditions, not another human seen for days and possible wolverine activity near camp, this was a surreal adventure that will most definitely be followed up in the spring for some ski mountaineering!

Enjoy,
Ned Gall

35th Annual MSU American Indian Council Pow Wow (April 3)

2010-04-04T03:11:00.000-07:00

[Photo Chris Burdeau]

Day two, bigger crowds and final competitions upped the ante as the crew continued to shoot. Working with the AIC's(American Indian Council's) Chris Burdeau and Michael Fast Buffalo Horse, we were able to pick up some great shots while they filled me in on the finer points of dress, dance style, and formalities. Again, feel free to note on any familiar faces, specifics etc.

Another great day with friends new and old. Yeehaw!

Christopher J. Carter, April 2010

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Young-gun filmmaker and lensman, Kade Leachman, stopped in to hone some skills
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Thomas "Horse" Robinson claims a clowndance victory for the Lost Tribes of Israel
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35th Annual MSU American Indian Council Pow Wow (April 2)

2010-04-04T00:53:00.000-07:00

[Photo C.J.Carter]

Here are some quick production stills from film production with the M.S.U. American Indian Council during the 2010 Pow-Wow. Truly a spectacular event and many thanks to Jim Burns, Rita Sand, Dr.Jioanna Carjuzza, the AIC crew and the hundreds of thankless volunteers that made the event happen.

Please feel free to comment, ID people,clarify specifics, dance style, dress, etc.

enjoy,

Christopher J. Carter, April 2010

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AIC Officers Anthony Shoulderblade, Tyrel Ten-Bear and Nic Ross-Dick during grand entry [Photo C.J.Carter]

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Bracket play during the Pow-Wow Basketball Tournament honoring late Miss Indian MSU, Nyree Hogan

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AIC Co-President Nic Ross-Dick and Former M.S.U. President Geoff Gamble on the sidelines
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More shots on the way...

Monocle: Rough Cut

2010-02-23T19:45:00.000-08:00

Monocle: A Rough Cut

Here is a peek at an ongoing film project.

Monocle from cj carter on Vimeo.

The goal is to produce a human powered ascent-descent ski film entirely within the Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem. Shot in one of the most intact temperate ecosystems in the world, this truly unique locale offers some of the most exceptional, diverse and remote backcountry and ski-mountaineering terrain in the lower 48. Feedback and insights are greatly appreciated.

Enjoy.

Christopher J. Carter, February 23, 2010

2010-02-06T22:22:00.000-08:00

Sean Jones approaches the entrance to the white room. (C.J. Carter Photo)

Sometimes Those Who Wander Might Be Lost

There are times when things are not quite what they seem. Sometimes these "things" manifest themselves as mountain ranges encased in layers of freezing fog. With reports of both strengthening and widespread instability in regional snowpack , we took to the Northern Bridger mountain range for some snow study and lessons in orientation.

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Ned Gall pulls into the ivory yonder. (C.J. Carter Photo)

(C.J. Carter Photo)

Sean Jones and Ned Gall navigate the choss bands. (C.J. Carter Photo)

Ned Gall exits the headwall unscathed. (C.J. Carter Photo)

(C.J. Carter Photo)

After 11 hours of snowmobile wrestling, snow pits, skin tracks, whiteout navigation and dried mango we returned to the Bridger Canyon Road, pensive, befuddled and a bit content. It became clear to me how much there is yet to learn in the hills and that some times North is really Southwest, you can enjoy Scottish winter conditions outside of Ben Nevis, and that even Polaris throttles need love and affection too.

Christopher J. Carter
February 2010

Bugaboos and Beyond, a dash into the Canadian Rockies

2009-09-13T17:09:00.000-07:00

Welcome to Precipiste Pictures

There are some things that pull at you harder than others, commitments, obligations, responsibilities and the alpine, continuously butting heads for first chair in our lives. As the weeks and days leading up to another year of study waned, Ned Gall and I were inspired to make a brief run to the alpine wonderland of the Canadian Rockies. With the great company of a Canmore crew( Special thanks Sharyn and Chris) and a fair weather window, we high tailed it to the Bugaboo provincial park

Chris "Thunder From Down Under" Jones starts out Bugaboo Spire in fine Tassie style

Per normal alpine style, Ned moves light and fast

Ned Gall tops out on the first pitch of the Northeast Ridge of Bugaboo Spire

To the North and a ways below , the Vowell glacier provides an ambient tone for the Northeast Ridge Classic

Ned tops out the South Summit of Bugaboo Spire

Early hiking on day 3 for some much desired August turns, 3,000 vertical feet later , we straddled the West ridge of Pigeon Spire. Winds picked up and we skuttled to our skis on the glacier below.

Two Bro-Bs, one far fetched Idea: To ski where people dream to climb.

C.J. schussing some turns below Pigeon Spire

Ned hails from Iowa, lending him the innate ability to assess the world's finest corn

CJ begins travels home with a rapell to the terminus of the Bugaboo glacier . 1,000m and 5k below, washboard roads, snacks and a university start date beckon the crew homeward.

Sunset falls upon Bugaboo Spire and McTech Arete

While August and our jaunt northward drew to a close, focus shifted to studies, concepts and ideas of what a new year would bring. The Suby drifted southward, each kilometer edging us closer to the the lifestyle shift which studies incur. Reaching the high plains of Bozeman, gear was dissasembled little by little, from our mobile storage locker to a more permanent abode. A day later we were back in the whitewash and florecent tones of the university environ, left with a redux of experiences reminising on the immense granite spires, suncups and bags of bran muffins that had been our life the past week .

Returning home from school that first day, I looked at my skis propped in a sunlit corner of my house, encrusted in the glacial till of the Bugaboo glacier. I thought for a moment about brushing them off, I then stopped. I realized that beyond the activity of skiing, the multitudes of environments that this single activity has exposed me to, has altered and encompassed my life. The till was merely an indicator of the immersive nature and omnipresent elemental interaction of the hills. I went back to unpacking boxes and moving in, leaving the skis untouched .

Christopher J. Carter
August 2009