There’s nothing like a fresh glass of bin juice in a morning.

I couldn’t help but call this one Bin Juice due to the awkward location in which we found him. Late this spring, we took our first mini camping trip up to Jasper to test out our car-camping set-up for the coming season. I like to keep locations of bears reasonably vague for their protection but seeing as there’s only one road leading from Banff to Jasper, it’s not difficult to guess where he was.

When we saw the black mass of fluff flash by our windows I was second-guessing whether it was a black bear due to his enormous size, but after pulling into the parking lot it was obvious from his aggressive digging that he was a man on a mission. He’d become so engrossed with licking up the dripping bin juices, we barely had a glance our way. He’d managed to dig himself a trench beneath the bear bins and squeeze himself in to his shoulders.

If you’ve not visited a mountain town in bear country before, a bear bin is basically a mechanically difficult to open contraption which baffles more of the thicker human population than the bears.

After 5 or so minutes of us being sat in the car, he eventually raised his head out of the black depths of the trash-buffet and looked directly in to the camera - in which I took this very artsy, but contextually ironic, image. Click here to view in full.

Bin Juice is now available to view at Wildflour Café, available for sale as a framed 24 x 36 inch Giclée print.