“Ever wondered what the Province newspaper would be like if it were published in Whistler, and every story was written by world renowned reporter John Colebourn? Wonder no more.”
With the incredible advances in digital photography over the last decade, it’s become a cliché that everyone is now a pro photographer. Simply attending the annual Pro Photographer’s Showdown, or browsing the catalogue of one of Whistler’s many true professional photographers, however, will quickly dispel such notions. Still, technology has levelled the playing field to a certain extent, making it quite simple to take competent, even beautiful images with minimal training.
Go back eighty or nintety years and this was most certainly not the case. Cameras were heavy, expensive, cumbersome, and complicated, not to mention the challenges of processing film (remember that stuff?) in the 1920s.
Take the couple of thousand photos we have in the Philip collection. Judging by the sheer quantity of images, it can be safe to assume that Myrtle Philip was a fairly competent amateur photographer for her time. Still, a solid majority of the images are imperfectly focused, overexposed, or awkwardly composed. As documentary artifacts they are wonderful, but for the most part they are lacking in artfulness.
Scanning through the Philip archives, however, the occasional gem stands out. Crisp images, deliberate composition, some have even been hand-painted to add the magic of colour. These are undeniably the work of a professional.
These images are not the culmination of years of devotion to the photographic arts by Myrtle. Instead they were gifts and mementos from a friend and frequent Rainbow Lodge guest, Leonard Frank.
Leonard Frank, undated self-portrait.
Son of one of Germany’s earliest professional photographers, Leonard Frank was born in Berne, Germany in 1870. Gold fever drew Frank to San Francisco in 1892, then Vancouver Island two years later. Like so many would-be gold barons, his dreams of mineral riches never panned out. As fate would have it though, he won a camera in a raffle, sparking a lifelong passion.
While managing a general store and continuing to prospect, Frank honed his craft taking pictures of the surrounding countryside. Eventually, in 1917, Frank moved to Vancouver and quickly became the city’s leading commercial photographer, following in his father’s professional footsteps.
North Vancouver’s iconic Lions.
From then until his death in 1944, Frank ‘s diverse photographic catalogue is a crucial document of Vancouver and British Columbia’s history. Beyond his personal and commercial work, he was frequently commissioned to photograph for both the provincial and federal governments, as well as being the official photographer for the Vancouver Board of Trade.
Brandywine Falls from a now inaccessible vantage point, circa 1920s.
A boater’s view of Rainbow Lodge and Rainbow Mountain.
Frank’s Alta Lake images in our collection span from the 1920s until the 1940s, indicating multiple trips to the valley. For the most part it is unclear whether the images were commissioned by the Philips to promote Rainbow Lodge, were commissioned by other parties, or were taken on his own volition.
The following image, surely one of the most beautiful in our entire collection, is accompanied by a typed note “Presented to Mr. and Mrs. Alex Philip, with my compliments, Leonard Frank, A.R.P.S.” ARPS is short for “Associate of the Royal Photographic Society.” Frank was the first British Columbian bestowed with this honour.
Alex Philip takes some Rainbow Lodge guests for a paddle down the River of Golden Dreams, 1941.
From today’s perspective, where visual media is such a crucial tourism-promotion tool, these photographs are of heightened historical interest. Leonard Frank was the first professional photographer in a town that has become known for its abundance of pro photographers.
By any standard, Frank’s images expertly portray an idyllic destination amidst a grand, inspiring landscape. In his own way, he contributed to the Whistler Valley’s development as a nature-tourism destination, and led the way for dozens of others who have made a living capturing our valley’s natural charms.
A common definition of “artistry” is the ability to create beauty where it was previously absent. By this measure, in our latest partnership the Whistler Museum has found an artist of the highest order.
Over the last week the east wall of the Museum building has been beautifully remade as a massive mural by talented local spray-paint artist Kris “KUPS” Kupskay. The sixty-foot long piece pays homage to our community’s heritage with an eye-catching scene that features iconic local figures such as Myrtle Philip, Teddy the Bear, the PGE Railway, the original Creekside Gondola, and of course, plenty of breathtaking Coast Mountain scenery.
The scene begins to take shape.
Prior to its revival, the long, irregular-shaped wall offered an awkward “canvas.” Drawing from his background in graffiti, where working with unconventional spaces like inner-city alleyways and far-raging freight train cars is the norm, KUPS saw opportunity where others might be dissuaded. The result is a bold design that makes creative use of the wall. The dynamic work flows naturally across the whole space and even transforms a pre-existing A/C shed into a makeshift train station.
KUPS at work.
KUPS’ enthusiasm for the task was unmistakable, keeping museum staff and curious onlookers entertained throughout. Working energetically, KUPS brought his vision to life in a matter of days. The guy simply loves to create, and it shows in his work.
Hangin’ with Myrtle and Teddy.
The mural was made possible through funding from the RMOW’s Village Enhancement funds, and is part of ongoing efforts to rejuvenate the vacant lot created by the dismantling of the former museum building. In addition to KUPS’ artwork, the wall now features a beautiful new ten-foot long “Whistler Museum” sign as well, made by Whistler’s Cutting Edge Signs.
We’ve brought you dozens of blog posts about historical characters and events from our archives, crazy photos, and other Whistler stories. One thing that we feel we’ve brought you too little of is poetry composed by Museum staff. I’m sure you’ve been thinking the same thing. I can almost hear you thinking, “‘H – E – double hockey sticks’, when will Sarah, Jeff, Robyn, Allyn, and Myles write some goddamn poetry? A limerick maybe? A Haiku? Is that really too much to ask?”
Well, patient reader, the wait is over. Without further delay, here is a selection of poetry (mostly haiku) composed by the Museum staff (and friends).
Two mountains, strung with cable- rise above this town, this valley of dreams.
– Robyn
Seppo Makinen: The mighty man among us. His spirit rests here.
– Robyn
Stillness on Alta – Alex Philip falls in drunk, Myrtle shakes her head.
– Sarah
Myrtle and brother Phil Tapley on shores of Alta Lake
We love history. We love Whistler’s Whistory! Whistler is awesome.
-Myles
Extreme sports paired with endless good times, paradise is Whistler-Blackcomb.
– Robyn
Jack Bright and Jim McConkey skiing Whistler Mountain, 1972
Silently gliding Through deep, endless white powder – Another Whistler day.
– Robyn
Truth Hurts
Rainbow Lodge, Seppo, Crazy Canucks, HISTORY! Kids just want LEGO.
– Jeff
On hot afternoons Molly and McGee nap on While Freckles watches.
-Allyn
Molly and McGee share a nap while a forlorn Freckles the Dog surveys the scene, alone in the distance.
Outside is too hot? Museum has two words for you: Air conditioning.
-Allyn
There once was a Texan named Millar Whose life was something of a thriller. He first was a cook, But two lives he took, So he fled here where life was much stiller.
-Allyn
There once was a pub called the Boot Just next to the highway’s main route. It had dancing girls And drinkers who twirled In a “ballet” of well-known repute.
-Allyn
Ski Boot Hotel, later the Shoestring Lodge and Boot Pub
An ode to the archives
Last night I dreamt of a magical place, Dreamers, doers, and icons all shared one space. Oh, to visit this land where our legends can thrive. Why, it already exists, our almighty archives!
Our collections are vast, rich with ripe tales, From diaries and drawings to bent, rusted nails. All with the ineffable scent of the past, A real-life time machine that’s built to last.
Archival documents in acid-free boxes, Fight group amnesia from LSD memory losses. Fifty thousand pictures worth fifty million words. Fishing rods, ice axes, taxidermied birds!
We record more than elections, wheelings and dealings, Our shelves carry facts, dates, but also a feeling. Whistler’s free spirit – it’s impossible to fake it, Live here long enough you’ll end up in here naked!
Cynics deride Whistler’s history as short, But we prove that the truth is none of the sort, Our peaks, trees, and tales are all very tall, And we’ve done big things for a town that’s so small.
Next time you’re curious of Whistler’s glorious past lives Stop in (appointments only) at the Whistler Archives! Thus concludes these haiku, limericks and jingles, From the only folks in town still selling Boot Pub shingles!
-Jeff
Postscript:
All night long (all night) All night (all night) All night long, All night long (Ooh yeah)