September 3, 2010

POSTCARDS FROM GREG, JANUARY 2005

“Mexican Blowhole”
January, 2005

Cozumel Mexico is a very unique Caribbean island just a few miles off the coast of Mexico’s famed Playa Del Carman. It is a tourism destination with no less than 7 or 8 cruise ships docked, or moored off the shores on any given day. The mass of tourism visits the shops of San Miguel, the only city on the island. You will always see cruise ship passengers laying down cash at Diamonds International, purchasing gimmick colour-changing T shirts at Del Sol, and of course having shots of Tequila forced down their throats via funnel at the loud whistle blowing, table-top dancing Senor Frogs…it’s a typical Mexican tourism experience that really has nothing to with Mexico at all. I find it funny that these tourism destinations are always so predictable: the same shops, the same gifts, the same gimmicks, but it’s an industry that works, and one that makes money, so who am I criticizing? I was working as a broadcast manager with Celebrity Cruise Lines Ltd. and had the chance see first-hand how the tourism exploits work so similarly in all of the Caribbean countries. Truthfully, it got boring after a while, everything so predictable. I was in Cozumel every week for months on end for a few years in a row. I found great joy renting scooters and exploring the quiet desert-like island as far away from the tourist center as possible. One of my many adventures in this region my roommate and adventure partner, Pete (a.k.a. Fun Pete), and I found was this blow hole close to the beach. Every 40 seconds a mad rush of water would spew into the air. We loved timing it, playing the risks of Russian Roulette…Fun Pete took this picture as I lost a round!

August 27, 2010

POSTCARDS FROM GREG, DECEMBER 13, 2004

Greg’s Bermuda

Bermuda has so many incredible little gems that can keep you adventuring day after day. I have spent a lot of time working on this interesting island. Some of my favorite adventures are not so far off the beaten trail such as the water caves of Admiralty House Park. After you jump off the tall cliffs into the crystal green waters, you can swim into the water cave, then find your way back up to the top of the cliff climbing via a series of winding underground tunnels, reminiscent of Jules Verne’s “A Journey to the Center of the Earth”.

If you sneak onto the Grotto Bay Beach Resort on Blue Hole Hill, you can find two very cool caves with deep and very cold underground lakes, two of these subterranean swim holes do connect if you can hold your breath long enough and see in the dark, I didn’t have the guts to swim down far enough to try! Swimming in a lake deep underground is definitely an adventure that I was happy to experience!

Jobson’s Bay is one of the most unique and isolated little beaches that I found during my many month exploration of this beautiful island country. Jobson’s is a small bay almost completely cut off from the ocean by steep and rugged cliffs. The only opening between the calm waters in the bay and the rough open Atlantic is no more than 12 feet across. A sort of “Reversing Falls” effect happens in this small passage every 45 seconds as the ocean swells go in and out. A friend took this picture of me as I timed it right to swim to the gap while the high waters were gushing out, I grabbed onto the cliff and seconds later the water dropped and left me hanging a few feet higher then I was a moment earlier. Suffice it to say I did get pretty scratched up as the next swell came back and pushed me against the cliff, but war wounds always make for good stories to write about!

August 13, 2010

POSTCARDS FROM GREG, AVONTUUR, 2001 – 2004

August, 2004
Sail Away Captain Paul

It all started at the Tidal Pool in Saint Andrews in 2001. To make a legendary story very short, I met a wonderful woman dancing beside me at a Hot Toddy show named Charlene. After having some conversations with her as Tom and Joel laid down their sweet danceable blues rhythms, she told me about a good friend who was a Dutch sailing captain that lives in the Caribbean. Captain Paul Whalen was his name, and he was one of the very last independent sailing cargo ships in the world, his ship was called “Avontuur”, such a fitting name considering the global adventures she would have experienced in her lifetime being sailed to all corners of the world. She was a steel hulled 120 foot gaffed rigged schooner.

Charlene told me that Captain Paul was looking for crew. The rest of the story is a major part of what has made me who I am today. A few days later I was on a plane to begin an adventure through the Caribbean and South America that would inspire me to become not only the documentary filmmaker I am today, but an adventurous lover of living. Captain Paul recently passed away and has sailed upwind to his next avontuur. I can not think of any other single period of my life that was more self-realizing for me, and more shaping than my time on the Avontuur. I took this picture 3 years after my time sailing with Captain Paul. I was visiting the island of St Maarten, where I had lived for many months as my home port back in 2001. With no surprise the grand ole ship was moored in the Marigot Bay. I saw Paul on the docks. It was like seeing a great uncle who I hadn’t seen in a while. He took me back out for a brief visit on my old home on the water, this was to be the last time I would see Paul and his ship together again.

In honor of Captain Paul I will be submitting 3 more postcards from my adventures with him in the South.

Avontuur Part 2 “Montserrat”

After a month of getting the Avontuur ready for the next cargo run through the Caribbean islands, and South America, we were finally ready to set sail for my first time since I flew down to St. Maarten. The night I flew in I was picked up by a Dutch pirate who rowed me in his dinghy from the airport out into the Marigot Harbor. What was I doing here? Was this guy a drug runner? Arms sales? Or was he just a regular Dutchman keeping a dying industry alive by ocean currents and wind? I honestly didn’t know, but I was very excited to find out. As it turned out Captain Paul was not in any illegal trade business, he – now we – were in the business of using the wind to transport tones of goods around the Southern seas.

Paul has been sailing cargo on the Avontuur for well over 30 years all around the world. The crew was my good friend Jayme Fougiere from Hampton, Charlene Hamley from St. Andrews, and a crew drifter from Holland named Marcus. Jamie took this picture of Marcus and I on the bowsprit as we de-rigged the jib sails before entering the port on the volcanic island of Montserrat. We were delivering salt cod, freezers and believe it or not, a pick up truck on this trip. When we landed and unloaded, Jayme and I explored the island and I got a great photo of the volcano that in 1995 buried their city of Plymouth under a lonely expanse of harden lava. This was the beginning of a great adventure!

Avontuur Part 3
“Suriname Sail”

It took us a little over a week to sail from St. Maarten, passed Barbados, East of Trinidad, Venezuela and Guyana, until we reached the great Paramaribo River; the front door of the country of Suriname. It was amazing to me the morning we arrived how the crystal clear green water so quickly turned deep brown as we approached the outflow of the muddy river into the warm South American Atlantic. We sailed up river until we found a mooring just outside the tropical jungle city of Paramaribo. We were here to load a very special and selectively cut wood from a mill that custom cut planks for wooden boat builders in New England.

After a long day of loading tones of wood, my good friend and crew mate Jayme and I found ourselves on a rickety old cargo truck that was filled with women and children who would sell their produce in the city. It was the end of the day so they were all getting rides back up to the mountains where their villages sat. Jayme and I had no idea where we were headed, but 4 hours later we were dropped off at the end of the mud road line. We were told that there would be no other way back out of the jungle until the morning. We hiked up a mountain, then at nightfall found an old bus that we found shelter in for the night before we found a way to get back to Paramaribo where Captain Paul would no doubt be wondering where we disappeared to. The sounds of jungle animals and critters make it difficult to have a peaceful sleep. The screeches of monkeys and the buzz of bats were soon drowned out by the sound of a small generator coming from a shack in the distance with a single light bulb and a group of musicians jamming reggae tunes in the distance brought peace to me knowing that where ever I am, there’s a probable chance that there are good people close by.

Avontuur Part 4
“Homeward Bound”
July, 2002

Simon & Garfunkel wrote the beautiful song Homeward Bound which played continuously in my head during the last week as crew on the Avontuur. It’s not that I was excited to leave this wholesome life of hard work on the seas, I was just excited to get back home after being away for months. My friend and crew mate Jayme took this picture of me the day after we outsailed a hurricane that hit the Grenadine islands pretty hard. We were sailing north from Suriname to Martha’s Vineyard to deliver another load of wood for a New England wooden boat builder (this was a regular delivery route for the Avontuur). The plan was to drop me off on the island of St. Vincent where I would say goodbye to the Avontuur and crew, and say hello to my best girl who was doing a Crossroads International term on the island assisting at medical clinics. Of course that girl was Jessica, now my wife.

We had no communication on the Avontuur, the last message Jessica received from me was from an internet café in Paramarabo many days earlier. Jessica was expecting me right in the middle of a mmuch anticipated hurricane. The storm hit, and there was a lot of damage on the island. I never showed up. Captain Paul made the decision that we had to sail through the storm and keep on track to drop me off at a safer port where I would have to get a flight back to Canada. I wasn’t going to be able to see Jessica, and I couldn’t get a hold of her to tell her I was safe. Jessica, as I found out later, entertained the worst of scenarios.

Looking at this picture I can still feel the mixed feelings I was having that day; the adventure of a lifetime was coming to a close, we just got out of a major adrenaline-inducing storm, I was about to say goodbye to my crew and captain, and Jessica not only wasn’t going to see me, she had no way of knowing that I was ok. Three days after this picture Captain Paul dropped me off on the island of St. Maarten. I said goodbye and flew home to start a series of lifelong adventures. My time on the Avontuur, though extremely hard physically and mentally, was probably the single most important time of transition in my life which has led me to be who I am today. Thanks Captain Paul, your legacy will continue to stay alive in my life as I avontuur around this amazing world we live in, much like you did!

August 9, 2010

POSTCARDS FROM GREG, MARCH 18, 2008

March 14, 2008 – Nunavik under the ice

Ever since I was a child, I have loved caves, tunnels and unexplored caverns. My dad used to take us kids on underground adventures at Howe’s Cave (close to the old Peacock’s Flowers shop) and the Rockwood Park cave. When I was a bit older I used to explore the old General Hospital and the bunker tunnels of Partridge Island – good clean, adventurous fun! The coolest of all tunnel adventures was recently in the arctic under the sea ice, just off the coast of a small Inuit village called Kangiksujuuak. The bay that the village sits on is called Wakum Bay, and the villagers there know all about the Bay of Fundy. They know about it because they claim to actually have higher tides in their bay than we do in ours! An Inuit elder named Lukasi took me under the ice at low tide by cutting a hole and dropping down 12 feet with a rope to find warm temperatures well above zero, and mass amounts of fresh mussels to pick for supper! He warned me not to say a word while we were down there because any noise can collapse the ice roof and the powerful tide can sweep you away!

July 26, 2010

BIG NOISE IN RAPLOCH SCOTLAND

Thursday June 24 2010 – Airplane Journal, Glasgow to Halifax

It was an early morning to rise at 4:30am in Glasgow to catch the BMI flight to Heathrow and transfer with a duty free bottle of Scotch and crystal goblets to an Air Canada flight direct to Halifax (via the Maple Leaf Lounge of course!). I have been in the UK since Monday. The night before was Sunday – which was also Father’s Day.

Rewind 4 days earlier, we were winning the gold at Banff , had a great after party, slept for 3 hours and flew back East across the whole country – from Rockies to Haligonia. When I arrived in Halifax it was quite late at night, is my baby was already asleep when I got home. Jessica and I spend 30 minutes awake with each other then crashed hard. The next morning I said goodbye to my beautiful family again and drove to Fredericton for a New Brunswick Arts Council board meeting Friday night and Saturday morning.

I left the Saturday meeting early because I had to drive to Saint John the next day to perform the duties of wedding MC at my dear friends Chrissy and Jake’s wedding. That was a grand ole party. A lot of my old school friends were there which ended up being a fun reunion dance party as the band Big Fish cranked out the classics! Sunday I drove back to Halifax to spend 1 hour with Jessica (Kaiya was asleep) then drove back to the airport for the red eye flight to Heathrow. None of my Aeroplan upgrade certificates worked to upgrade me to the glorious blue pods of business class…oh the sweet sweet pods. I find that the upgrade certificates never actually work; it’s just a scam to get suckahs like me to keep flying Air Canada. Oh alas.

The flight was alright, I slept the whole way really. Arrived at Heathrow very late and had 2 minutes to spare to catch the train to Scotland at Paddington Station from the Heathrow Express…dang, tight spots.

The train ride took me past some of the nicest window views ever of the British country side and eventually the ragged and swelling coastline of Scotland.

I ended up in Stirling and checked in to the best little Inn South of the River Spey! (see my 2006 blog to dig what Inn to check out next time you are in Scotch Whiskey Heaven North of Aberdeen!).

I completely recommend this Inn if you are in the area, it is called the Auchyle Stirling and is operated by Mandi and Tom Dick, and their dog Harry…no kidding, Mandi, Tom Dick and Harry. How perfect!

The Auchyle is located right on the edge of the infamous and ignored quarter of Stirling; Raploch. Raploch has had a reputation that spans hundred of years of being kind of a sketchy spot. Others in Stirling just don’t go there apparently. Interestingly enough I thought the place was quite nice actually, neat and tidy, modest homes, community housing…and anywhere you look up you will either see the Stirling Castle

or the William Wallace Monument,

both great climbs! The hospitality that Mandi and Tom gave me, and the warmth and authenticity of the community is unparalleled.

I shot footage for our Sistema documentary (CBC) at Sistema Scotland’s “Big Noise” for the day

after enjoying some solid shwallys with Mandi and an extensive tour from the Stirling Bridge (go watch Braveheart and you will be on the same page), the castle and other battlegrounds…Scotland first hand.

Sistema Scotland is true proof that other countries can adopt Venezuela’s El Sistema and make radical social change with it while creating world-shaking classical music professionals. Sistema Scotland has only been open for a year longer than our Sistema in New Brunswick , so it was a great experience for me as a board member of the New Brunswick Youth Orchestra and Sistema to see where we could be in another 12 months!

I filmed some solid footage, the kids were great, the Big Noise was helpful and I had a great day only to be followed by a Scottish steak dinner up at the castle, some more Highland Park shwolly then a short sleep before hitting the train to Glasgow to pop back on a flight to go home from the quickest overseas trip of my history. Glasgow’s a fine city, jazz fest was going down, as was the World Cup. Britain won and I witnessed a frenzie of happy Brits at the pub I was sipping at.

Scotland is a magical land. If you end up in Scotland climb the Wallace Monument, check out the Stirling Castle, the Bridge where Wallace defeated the English, and of course, Big Noise in the heart of a broken but healing community – Raploch.

July 24, 2010

MINISTER OF NEW BRUNSWICK SENDS HIS CONGRATS

Minister of New Brunswick, Hedard Albert, sends his letter of congratulations for our pilot awards at Banff.

Thank you, Minister Albert, and all of those who help support our work here in New Brunswick!

July 20, 2010

TELEGRAPH-JOURNAL ARTICLE FEATURING HEMMINGS HOUSE PICTURES

The house Hemmings built
Published Tuesday July 20th, 2010
Telegraph-Journal
Saint John, NB

By Zoe McKnight
(Pictures by Kâté Braydon/Telegraph-Journal)

It’s mid – afternoon on a Friday in July. The sun warms the Kennebecasis River and shines on the back porch of Greg Hemmings’ cottage. His one-year-old daughter Kaya chews on his cell phone, his parents just arrived for dinner and his wife, Jessica, is inside getting ready for the evening.

It’s a family affair at Hemmings House.

Greg, 33, and Mark Hemmings, 36, are the brothers behind Hemmings House Pictures, a Saint John media company. Mark was an established commercial photographer in his own right and Greg operated a film and television production company. The two merged in 2009 to create a multimedia enterprise. It is the largest of its kind in New Brunswick, but still in the expansion phase. Unlike many small ventures that might hope to make it in the big city, the Hemmings are rooted firmly in place.

“We’re always looking for more ways to bring work here. We want to become, and I say this in a nice way, a media empire … simply because we want to hire people, keep people in business, keep Saint John vibrant, and to have people doing what they love here. Plus make a decent living for ourselves,” Mark says.

“Why not go to a market that is a cool place to live, like Saint John, that has very low overhead … and find your niche there? I’m glad we did because we’re actually expanding while other companies are decreasing.”

The 12-member staff divides its time between advertising photography, television production, short films, documentaries and ‘filmmercials’ for the web. They have licensed shows to CBC, Bravo! and Rogers Sportsnet, and have filmed professional wrestling, arctic climate change, classical music in South America, New Brunswick bluesman Matt Andersen and the New Brunswick Youth Orchestra. Just to name a few. The company has won numerous awards, most recently at the nextMEDIA Interactive and Pilots Awards at the Banff World Television Festival in June.

The Hemmings brothers fell into the media business separately but together. In 1997, a summer job took Mark to Japan with his grandfather’s slide-film camera and he came back with remarkable pictures, even though he had no experience with aperture or shutter speed.

“So I said, ‘OK. I will become a photographer then.’ And a couple of weeks later, I was working in the movie industry as a photographer. This hardly ever happens, but I was thrust into working as a professional almost immediately.”

Around the same time, Greg ran into an old sailing buddy during first-year university. That buddy happened to be Andrew Tidby, who was attending film school at Niagara College in Welland, Ont. He inspired Greg to join him.

“I got in and I found my passion,” Greg says. Later, he and Tidby formed Hit! Media, a precursor to Hemmings House Pictures before it was incorporated in 2005.

Today, Hemmings House has ad clients all over the world including car companies, Olivier Soaps, NB Power, Irving Oil Ltd. and Saint John 225. Mark alone has worked in 15 countries, and has made countless return trips to Mexico, Hungary and Japan, where there is a satellite office. But most staff are from New Brunswick and trained in-house. Producers even make an effort to use local composers in soundtracks.

These days, Greg leaves much of the actual filming to Mark and other videographers. As CEO, he focuses most of his energy on attracting new clients. A recent graduate of UNB’s exclusive Wallace McCain Institute entrepreneur and leadership program, Greg says he has learned how to properly run a business.
He credits his “true-blue entrepreneur” father with instilling in him an independent spirit.

“I never in my life ever thought I would work for somebody (else),” Greg says.
When asked if he has ever considered leaving the Maritimes for more bustling locales, Greg was emphatic.

“This is where we all wanna be. That’s it.

“If there’s a need here, which there is, then we found our niche and there’s no reason to go to the big cities,” he says. Everyone at Hemmings House feels the same commitment.

Steve Foster, 26, producer and manager at the Saint John office, agrees.

“We’re in this for good, one way or another. I don’t mean in this industry. I think we’re in Hemmings House for good. There is a certain culture here that can’t be replicated that is hard to define. But there is certainly something special here and all of us share it,” Foster says.

Hemmings House Pictures recently moved into newer, more professional digs on Wentworth Street.
The space still has that new-office smell with a freshly-painted black, white and lime green colour scheme.

Framed prints of Mark’s photographs lean against the walls and are stacked on tables. A large print of a cameo silhouette rests by the door. Awards and trophies are displayed on a side table in the studio. Light stands and softboxes are carefully arranged as if a photo shoot were just interrupted.

There are lots of windows, tiny potted plants, and Macs with 20-inch screens. The outside is nondescript. The inside is warm, practical, arty.

It’s almost as if there is an esoteric quality to the Hemmings House culture.

“No one here went to school for this industry, except for Greg, yet we all do it professionally. It feels like there is something more, something worthwhile here… I think there is a reason we are all here,” Foster says. They are more like a family than colleagues, he says. It’s not unusual to find them at the office on holidays.

One cameraman used to hitchhike to New Brunswick from Prince Edward Island to volunteer on shoots.

To Greg, workplace culture is a huge part of creating and retaining talent. All his life, he says he has encountered the attitude that “you can’t get good quality production here.”

“I’m talking about my industry, but there are so many other industries that suffer because of this attitude … and that has to stop. If our customers dry up because of that attitude, then we will collapse and there won’t be any creative workforce left.”

At the cottage, patriarch Don Hemmings says brain drain is a problem in this region.

“Those willing, keen bodies have been exported out of the Maritimes since the Maritimes was invented,” he says.

“It doesn’t take rocket science, in today’s wonderful digital era, to operate out of the Maritimes.” And there is not enough of that, he says.

Ten years ago, Mark says he heard “the faint whisperings of digital,” the mobility of which allows anyone to transfer images and sounds instantly. Saint John’s lower cost of living and smaller media market means that Hemmings House Pictures can be a bigger fish in a smaller pond than Toronto or New York City.

And with the advent of digital cameras that shoot both still and moving images, the market is changing to the advantage of small shops that, at one time, would find it impossible to finance a television-quality camera.

This gives small production companies a foothold in the TV and advertising industry and makes the “big guys” nervous, Mark says.

Digital technology means that Hemmings House can, and does, make pictures with one foot in Scotland, Japan, Transylvania, Venezuela or the arctic and one foot in the Bay of Fundy.

And despite all the globetrotting, there is no intention of leaving home for good.

“I love Saint John. I don’t know what it is … I never want to live anywhere else but here,” Mark says.
“My destiny is here. And I don’t know what that is yet. But something is pulling me here and keeping me here and it’s a good thing.”

July 18, 2010

Postcards from Greg, March 7 2009

March 7th – Jamaica

I have spent a lot of time in Jamaica. I hate to say it, but Ochos Rios has to be the most annoying town I have ever visited. Every 2nd local person assumes I want to get a ride to see Bob Marley’s Grave, climb Dunn’s River Falls, or of course buy some sort of herb…I get out of that area as quick as I can and often visit my friend George (literally of the jungle). George always takes me on adventures into the lush wilds of the Blue Mountains. In exchange for a pair of sneakers, or a few boxes of cereal, George hooks me up with long adventurous hikes where we pick aki-fruit and limes. The best part is eating them with fresh fish, dumplings and a Red Stripe at his shanty that sits on top of the mountain looking over the Caribbean sea.

July 17, 2010

HHP Video and Pics Inspire Visit from HGTV!

Inspired by our commissioned film, Interiors Portfolio, and our digital photos, HGTV is coming to Saint John to film Judith Mackin’s home:

A Home fit for HGTV

July 8, 2010

Postcards from Greg, Feb 16 2009

Feb. 16th – Chicago, Illinois
The Windy City, Vision Television and Chaos Magick brought me atop of this rickety ‘ole Chicago rooftop! What is Chaos Magick? And why is it spelled with a letter “K” at the end? Well that’s what I was here for. This particular day that my sound man Steve took my picture, we had filmed an interview of a wizard-like magician that goes by the name “Andrieh” who uses his magical powers to manipulate events and people to fit his will. Vision TV is no longer about Sunday morning evangelistic television, or psychedelic East Indian spiritual programs, nowadays they are hiring producers and camera crews to investigate and film supernatural phenomena…things like “Life on Other Planets”, “The Truth of the Antichrist”, and now, “Chaos Magick”…with a K. What did I learn about Chaos Magick? I learned that it is way better to watch it on television then to experience it in person!

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