A few weeks ago I accompanied some Ski Patrol friends on a week fly fishing float trip down the infamous Smith River in Central Montana and managed to photograph a little bit along the way. The last time I floated it was over ten years ago when I was fresh out of college. Now a little more seasoned, I returned to make images that would speak to the beauty of the place. The river is managed by Montana State Parks by a special permit to float, the resulting experience is profound. We floated through tall limestone walled canyons that yielded incredible wildlife watching, great fishing and an ecosystem chocked full of aquatic insects making for prime trout habitat. Here are a few snapshots from our week exploring the river. What an incredible place right here in our Montana backyard. It’s an asset that is under threat. A proposed large copper mine directly adjacent to and underneath Sheep Creek at the headwaters of the Smith River in central Montana is under debate right now that would drastically impact this river system. This is a resource too precious to destroy. Help to fight for it. Check out more information about the proposed mine on Save Our Smith website. I can’t wait to float it again next year. Thanks for looking. Cheers, -M
I was recently hired to document the happenings at the Nova Cafe, a popular breakfast restaurant in downtown Bozeman, Montana. Between documenting the culture and atmosphere of the diner, I also made professional business portraits of the awesome Nova boss lady Serena Rundberg and her partners. The Nova Cafe has become the breakfast staple that it is due to their commitment to serving the highest quality, most sustainable ingredients sourced as close to Bozeman as possible and making everything from scratch here in their kitchen. This shoot was a lot of fun. Here are some of my favorites. -M
In the Fall of 2015, as I was floating and fly fishing on the Madison River outside Bozeman, Montana with my fishing guide friend Mike Mansfield and the topic of an international fly fishing trip arose. It seemed like a no brainer idea. As we cast for brown trout that day on our home river, dreaming while weighing the pros and cons of such an endeavor quickly got us thinking seriously about it. It had been eight years since I had last left the country to backpack, fly fish and travel around South America with my brother Eric. Those types of trips that put you outside the familiar and one’s comfort zone tend to always be life-changing.
“Once the travel bug bites there is no known antidote, and I know that I shall be happily infected until the end of my life” – Michael Palin
“The bite of the travel bug,” a saying that often is reiterated on the backpacker trail holds a lot of truth. I know both my brother and I felt it. Alas, as we returned to the states from our 2008 six month trip and reintegrated into our domestic life, it was a feeling that never quite left us. My brother Eric would go on to be a bush pilot in Alaska while I would continue on to pursue my career as a photojournalist in newspapers throughout the American West supplemented with weekend fishing trips throughout Northern California, Oregon, and Montana as my escape from the daily grind.
Fast forward to last Fall, I had since left the newspaper life behind me and was two years into running my own photography business in Bozeman, Montana. Having just finished up my busy season of photographing weddings, portraits and a steady run of commercial work and assignments for national environmental non-for-profits, the sudden suggestion of another international fly fishing trip seemed like a damn fine idea and one to take seriously. Eight years had been too long of a hiatus. Further brainstorming of how we could pull off such a trip ensued. It just so happened that Mike had recently met up with a local guide friend of his that was running a fly fishing operation called Mongolia River Outfitters in remote Mongolia and suggested we look into making a trip a reality. I had never been to Asia before and though the thought had crossed my mind to venture to that part of the world, all too often the excuses and reasoning for not going due to career or other distractions has always got in the way of pursuing that dream trip. No longer.
As luck would have it, the outfitter friend of Mike’s was in need of revamping his photography for his fishing business operation and upon further discussions and conversations, he decided to hire me to document the experience. It was settled. We were going to Mongolia in the Fall of 2016. Let the trip planning begin.
Over the course of this year, we were able to amass a small crew of able fishermen friends to join Mike and I on this trip of a lifetime to pursuit one of the largest salmonid river fish in the world called taimen on a fly rod. It wasn’t exactly a hard sell. Traveling abroad to explore nearly eighty miles of the pristine Onon River in the remote Mongolian countryside near the birthplace of the legendary ancient Mongolia Emperor Genghis Khan. Ummm…Yes, please. We would be floating through the world’s first Taimen Sanctuary and cast for taimen, lenok, and trout on a fresh stretch of river every day while staying in a well-appointed ger camp every evening. Remote wildness cushioned by an authentic Mongolian camping experience. This was going to happen and as the months wound down to our departure date, we could barely contain our excitement.
The plan was to fly from Seattle, Washington to Beijing, China then board a plane to the capital city of Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia. As with any big trip overseas, visas had to be applied for, our passports renewed and our gear for the trip packed up. At last our departure date had come.
After making our 18+ hour international flight on Hainan Airlines, we arrived at the Beijing airport. It was there, exhausted and in total culture shock, where we encounter our first hiccup of the trip. The Chinese version of TSA employed what appeared to be a bunch of fresh out of high school young adults. We got held up at the security check due to the numerous “suspicious” fly rods we were hauling and had to argue for them not to be confiscated as dangerous carry on items. There was a lot lost in translation and we were unwilling to have the rods (expensive and essential to the fishing trip) leave our sight. As a compromise with the Chinese authority, we took shifts guarding our precious cargo at the airport police station for the two hours until they could escort us with our rods to our connecting Mongolia flight. During that time kill, Mansfield took out his Orvis fly rod to show them what was in the metal transport tubes. He may have even made a sale to a passerby Chinese fisherman. The reasoning of our Chinese customs agents was questioned quietly amongst our group numerous times as we watched other international travelers make it through security with their fishing rods with no hassle. I guess we were special. They say it isn’t an adventure until something goes wrong. We swallowed our frustration and made the most of it.
Eventually, we made our way through the Chinese red tape and made our flight to Ulaanbaatar. Located in central Mongolia, the city of Ulaanbaatar has a population of over 1.3 million people and accounts for almost half of the country’s total population. Its history is a complicated one. Originally, it was set up as a mobile monastery-town at its peak having upwards of 20,000 practicing monks and as per tradition in Mongolian nomadic society, the city’s physical location changed dozens of times throughout the centuries as supply and other needs would demand. The city served as a cultural and commercial center. It would go on to be a midway point on trade routes between China and Russia with populations and government control from outside Chinese and Russian forces fluctuating throughout the ages. By the early 1920s, the country had fallen completely under Soviet Russia and it wasn’t until the year 1990 that opposition parties and numerous protests of citizens allowed the country to be free of their Russian rule. The city is now on the rise to be the new hub of 21st-century establishment within the country. The Soviet influence on the city can still be seen today. A mixture of tired old concrete soviet buildings intertwined with Mongolia ger camps. Driving through the city was to bare witness to some of the worst dysfunction of modern day traffic. Fender benders and car crashes seemed to be a norm for the locals and obeying street lanes and traffic lights appeared to be optional. To say the least, it isn’t the shiniest of cities I have ever visited but as we discovered on our 24-hour layover it did hold some gems.
The thought of having to juggle and coordinate the travel arrangements of five fishermen seemed like one hell of a hassle, so prior to leaving the states we opted to hired a travel agent to book our flights, hotels and even get us a travel guide for the times we would be in the city. We would have a day in the city to decompress, take in our new surroundings and explore some of the sights. The morning after our late night arrival, we met our guide Nana, a young Mongolian college girl who would be escorting and showing us some of the sites around the city. After breakfast at the hotel, our tour guide took us to The Gandantegchinlen Monastery, a Tibetan-style Buddhist monastery in Ulaanbaatar. In the 1930s, the Communist government of Mongolia, under the influence of Joseph Stalin, destroyed all but a few monasteries but thankfully spared the Gandantegchinlen Monastery. It reopened in 1944 and has continued as the main functioning Buddhist monastery as a token homage to traditional Mongolian culture and religion. With the end of Marxism in Mongolia in 1990, restrictions on worship were lifted and the site now receives quite a number of local visitors and tourist today. The Tibetan name translates to the “Great Place of Complete Joy”. It was pretty cool. Over 150 monks take up residence here and their chants could be heard as we approached the steps. Here I found some locals lighting prayer candles and the main attraction, the Avalokiteśvara, the tallest indoor statue in the world at 26.5-meters-high. Russian troops dismantled the original statue in 1938. After the end of the Soviet era, the statue of Avalokiteśvara was rebuilt in 1996, funded by donations by the Mongolian people. It was quite impressive.
As our day continued we sampled a Mongolian BBQ restaurant for lunch and spent the remainder of the afternoon resting from our long flight and preparing for the start of our fishing mission. Early the next morning, we met our additional travel companions for the fishing trip, a Texan and two brothers from Australia and boarded a small plane to fly two hours northeast into the remote Mongolia steppes towards our home for the next week, the pristine Onon River. -M
Over the past year, I’ve been photographing the happenings of Taco del Sol taco shop in Bozeman, Montana. My good friends Marley and Matt have run the successful college town restaurant downtown for the past few years and they wanted a photographer to capture the atmosphere and feeling of the place. It’s been a fun project to work on and develop. Here are a few of my favorite photos I’ve made during my time there. If ever you find yourself hungry in downtown Bozeman, Montana, I hope you swing by and do yourself a favor by ordering some fish tacos. Delicious. Thanks for looking, -M
A few weeks back I got an assignment to photograph the 2016 National Green Latinos Summit held at the Jackson Lake Lodge in Grand Teton National Park. The three-day summit was a gathering of the top environmental non-for-profit administrators to network, discuss the movement and come together to further their cause of addressing national, regional and local environmental, natural resources and conservation issues that significantly affect the health and welfare of the Latino community within the United States. I was hired by Earthjustice to photograph the three-day event capturing moments and documenting the fun. It was a wonderful time. Here are some of my favorites from my time with them. -M
Fall in Montana and Wyoming has been exceptionally pretty this year. Perhaps it’s the small number of rainstorms that have allowed the colors to linger on the trees longer. It might just be my favorite time of year. I’ve been venturing over into Yellowstone National Park on my days off with intentions of finding spawning brown trout. While landing browns has been minimal, we did get into some sizeable rainbow trout. It’s been a while since I’ve brought my camera on a river trip and this time managed to snap a few picks in between my own casts. Hanging out with my buddy Mike and his college amigos gave me an opportunity to vicariously fish through my camera lens watching other anglers again. A familiar post. It was good to get back in the saddle but I must admit, I felt rusty. Still, I liked some photos that I got. Here are a few that stood out to me. I see more rivers on the horizon. Thanks for looking. Tight lines. -Mike
I recently photographed a statewide campaign in Montana which aims to bring public awareness to renew The Land and Water Conservation Fund. Created by Congress in 1965, the Land and Water Conservation Fund (LWCF) was a bipartisan commitment to safeguard natural areas, water resources and our cultural heritage, and to provide recreation opportunities to all Americans. National parks like Rocky Mountain, the Grand Canyon, and the Great Smoky Mountains, as well as national wildlife refuges, national forests, rivers and lakes, community parks, trails, and ball fields in every one of our 50 states were set aside for Americans to enjoy thanks to federal funds from the Land and Water Conservation Fund. It’s up for reauthorization this fall and has provided Montanans with lots of open space like Peet’s hill here in town. As a fly fisherman, I support good public river access. Public land access is what makes this state so great. I’m proud to be apart of this cause. Sign this petition to let our Senators know how you feel about access to outdoor spaces.
Well, the changing tides of the media world reached us here yet again in Bozeman, Montana. For the past 2 1/2 years, I’ve been a staff photographer at the Bozeman Daily Chronicle. Last Friday morning, I was called at home by my editor and told that I and a few other employees throughout the newspaper had been laid off. Budget cuts by our parent company that was effective immediately. Ugh. Not easy news to hear. It’s been a great run documenting the people of Bozeman and surrounding communities through pictures for the newspaper. A ten year run as a newspaper photojournalist. Not bad. Crazy how all that time flies. It was a good run. I had a lot of fun telling stories, meeting people and taking candid photos. I won’t be putting the camera down anytime soon. I look to the future and I’m optimistic. Now I can focus other photographic endeavors. Plans are in the works. For a while now I’ve been growing my Greener Visuals Photography business and I plan to continue developing that as one of many creative outlets. Here are my favorite photos from my last couple of weeks with the Bozeman Daily Chronicle. Here I go. Onward to new horizons. More to come on that front. Stay tuned. -Mike Greener
Some favorite photos from the 5th Annual Montana State University Cat Walk in downtown Bozeman Montana I photographed for the Bozeman Daily Chronicle.
Some favorite photos from my time photographing for the Bozeman Daily Chronicle from July 2014.
Early Saturday morning, I raced out of Bozeman towards the Fairy Lake Trailhead for the start of the Bridger Ridge Run. The event is a 20-mile jaunt along the ridgeline of the Bridger Mountain range. The race started at 7 am which mean at 6 am, I was tromping up the side of Sacajawea Peak to get a shot of the runners in their mountain top element. It’s a haul of a race and not for the timid. I wanted to show the runners in this unique race terrain. The early hour allowed me to capitalize on the sweet morning light as the sun breached the horizon. Running this crazy race is not something I would try to do but I was stoked to be up there with them all the while documenting their experience. Here are some of my favorite images from the morning. Cheers, -M
Some recent work I did for the Bozeman Daily Chronicle. Happy 4th of July everyone! -Mike
Head out any direction from your home doorstep and you are bound to come across one of the hundreds of abundant spring wildflowers that are currently blooming in full force across our local mountain sides and valleys. I decided to spend some time hiking along the “M” Trail this past week to get a closer look at all the natural color splashed across the Montana scenery. Read more
I recently learned that a couple of photographs I made for the Bozeman Daily Chronicle last year were recognized by the Society of Professional Journalists and the Montana Newspaper Association. I won first place Best Sports Photo by the Society of Professional Journalists for a photo I made of a MSU Heptathlete doing the high jump in the NCAA Indoor Track Finals and another first place from the Montana Newspaper Association for Best Feature Photo which was of a young mother tending to her kids in the early morning before work. The full story about their family can be found here. As a personal project I was pretty stoked that one below got the nod from my professional peers. As a whole my employer the Bozeman Daily Chronicle won numerous awards including best newspaper in the state. The full article is posted here. Congrats to my fellow reporters, editors and designers on a great year of public service. My winning images are below. Thanks for looking, -M
Here are some photographs I made for the Bozeman Daily Chronicle over the last couple of weeks. The weather has been cool and beautiful. Needless to say, I’ve been taking full advantage of the outdoors. Thanks for looking. -M
Warmer weather has come to southwest Montana and I am finding myself being pulled in ten thousand directions of fun. Folks around these parts have been getting outside and playing hard, myself included. I got back from my first backcountry yurt trip last weekend and am looking forward to riding my mountain bike this weekend. I love this spring time juxtaposition. The mountains have beautiful snow-capped peaks while everything in the hills and the Gallatin Valley floor has turned a lovely shade of green. Winter’s grip is quickly leaving the area and the longer days complete with Montana sunshine has been a warm welcome to all. People are venturing outside to get after their summertime leisures while the few hold on to the perks of winter. With such a heavy snowpack from this past winter, many of the local skiers have been out tackling the stable backcountry terrain while mountain bikers are finding drier conditions in lower elevations for riding single track. The buzz and excitement of the new season has everyone in high spirits. Here are some favorite images I’ve made in the last couple of weeks. Thanks for looking. Now go play outside! -M
I’ve been wanting to share this post for months now. With permission from the Flyfish Journal, I wanted to reprint the article they recently featured on me and my fly fishing photography. Here is the story my friend Ryan Peterson wrote about me. What an honor to be featured in such a beautifully designed nationally printed magazine. I even had a photographer friend tell me he found a copy of it while on a cross country flight to Singapore. Pretty cool. I know many of you probably didn’t have access to check out the actual magazine while it was on newsstands so I wanted to share it here. Thanks for the continued support everyone! Cheers, -M
“I started my flyfishing photography in the trenches, documenting trout bums who slept under bridges and carried fish back to camp in their waders to cook for dinner with a Bic lighter,” says Bozeman, Montana-based photographer Mike Greener. While this sounds remarkably like a fishing story, Greener’s camera doesn’t lie. Through his lens we glimpse the color, grit, grandeur, excitement, silence, humor and myriad personalities that exist in today’s flyfishing culture.
If the formula for successful photography is talent combined with insanely hard work, it’s no wonder Greener is at the top of his game. We’ve spent many days together on the water over the years and the one thing is certain: his work method is intense and straightforward. He is a perpetual-motion machine. He’ll swirl around a scene, looking for the perfect combination of light and subject and then lock on point when the dots connect. And her shoots constantly. “I don’t even hear the shutter anymore,” he says.
Sometimes his picture of the day pops out unexpectedly from a thousand others. Other times it is the result of a pre-visualized idea along with painstaking setup and repetition. Case in point: One of the most bizarre things I’ve ever done was stand in a river at dark in February and cast over and over again directly at Mike. Behind me, gazillion-candle-power floodlights turned night into day for 1/500th of a second as he fired the camera on every cast. This went on for hours. Frost blanketed everything. I was freezing; Greener was completely stoked.
Greener’s compositions eschew flyfishing trophy glory and pretty riverscapes, instead seeking, as he says, “to tell the story of how this person got to this point where he or she could battle and land an awesome fish.”
A background in photojournalism–he studied at the University of Montana and then worked for newspapers in the trout capitols of Redding and Bozeman–lends itself well to his documentary sensibility, drawing us into wonderfully spontaneous and intimate moments. The result is a style distinct within modern flyfishing photography. Greener’s pictures are sometimes strange often stark, and always full of surprise, brilliant light and the familiar feeling that flyfishing is pretty much the best thing ever.” – Ryan Peterson, for the Flyfish Journal 5.2 winter issue, 2014
Some other favorites from March 2014. Thanks for looking. -M
I spent a lot of time this past month photographing photographing folks in the limelight both on court and on stage. March marks basketball tournaments and the Montana Class B State Championship was held here on the MSU Campus. I was there to document the games for the newspaper. It’s neat to watch all of the community/school pride flourish at events like these. For many of these tiny Montana farm town teams with their fans in tow, it is a big deal to compete in the state tournament. These tournament games matter and with the increased intensity, the emotions and aggressive plays, the opportunities to make good sport photos tend to happen more frequently. It’s fun to witness. Bozeman always seems to have some event or concert happening numerous times throughout the week. In March, found myself photographing the full gamut of them. Recycled item fashion shows were followed by the annual Hawks Night Live high school talent show to finally rounding the month off with a visit of the classic rock band ZZ Top to the Montana State University Brick Breeden field house. Never a dull moment in this town. Thanks for looking. -M