On skis

Snow, trees, and a blue sky. And the cold air that bites on the face when skis rush down the hill. And then to ride up again, and slide down the path once more. And in that momentary pause, those trees and the sky held me back. Especially when my father entered the frame ahead of me, unable to resist the call of that shot either. With his silhouette in the viewfinder, I pressed the shutter release…

Originally created in February 2005.