PHOTOGRAPHING IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES. 
G. O SHIELDS. 
A friend of mine who is an expert pho- 
tographer often comes to me, when about 
to start on a hunting or fishing or photo- 
graphing trip, and says: 
“Shields, if you will tell me what kind of 
pictures you would like for Recreation, I 
will make you a lot of them.” 
I tell him I want such pictures as sports- 
men and naturalists like to see in their fa- 
vorite magazine. Then this man makes his 
trip, comes home .and reports that he did 
not find anything he thought I would care 
for, and so did not make any pictures for 
RECREATION. 
The trouble is, he does not know how to 
select subjects. He travels with his eyes 
shut. He lacks the true artist’s instinct. 
He does not seem to see the thousands of 
things which he passes and which, if pho- 
tographed, would make interesting illustra- 
tions for this magazine. So it is with 
many other people. Fortunately, there are 
still others who do carry their eyes with 
them, as well as their cameras, and who 
send me the results of their photographic 
efforts. Thus I am enabled to present my 
readers each month with many interesting 
and valuable pictures. 
I always dislike to publish my own work, 
either literary or photographic, in REcrE- 
ATION; but in some instances it seems nec- 
essary to make exceptions to this rule. In 
my travels in British Columbia and AI- 
berta, last summer, I found hundreds of 
subjects that it seemed to me would inter- 
est readers of RECREATION, so I made a 
great number of pictures, a few of which 
appear in connection with this article, and 
some of which may appear in future issues 
of RECREATION. 
I could have made thousands of views 
of mountain scenery, but as a rule these 
are not what the general reader cares to 
see in a magazine. I was among the high 
peaks 3 months, and while I never tired of 
looking at them; while I never ceased to 
wonder at their grandeur; while every day 
and every change in the lights and shadows 
of the day or the night brought out new 
beauties in those giant seritinels, yet 
mere photographs of them would _ not 
inspire magazine readers as they do the 
traveler on the spot. A peak that tow- 
ers 4,000 or 5,000 feet above your camp; 
that pierces the clouds, and from which 
glacial ice may be tumbling at all hours of 

WHERE OLD FPHRAIM GOT HIS DINNER. 
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