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A POV photograph of skiing powder at Brighton Ski Resort in Utah.

|| We need more of this, now. This was one of many early season laps before the resort opened for the season. I was chomping at the bit this particular day, so Re, Erme, and Anna met me after I had taken a few laps. This particular moment speaks to me because you can see one pole clearly, one ski clearly, and the other ski and pole are in motion. Lots of people have said that these shots will cease to become interesting because of the latest round of high-resolution helmet cameras. Go shoot something like this on a GoPro, I’m sure you can get…close….

Shot at Brighton Ski Resort with a Canon 5dMkii on a chest harness. ||

Cold Diamond

A macro photograph of snow on a snow card.

|| Snow is always changing. Snowflakes fall from the sky pointy and perfect, and once on Earth they take on a more practical shape. Temperature, wind, and weight all work to melt, move, form and deform the snowpack. Individual flakes turn into multi-faceted grains; a little round over here and a little square over there. Over time, these grains lock together to form the surface that bears our weight when we take a walk or ski down the mountain. Here’s a small piece of the larger puzzle, an individual grain from the Utah snowpack.

This grain was photographed against a 3mm snow classification grid on a BCA snow card. I used a 100mm 2.8 macro lens, a Canon 580ex in slave mode, and a Canon 7D. ||

Orange Sherbert

Two skiers prepare for an early morning ski tour in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah.

A pink and blue sky hangs over Mount Superior in Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah.

Skier Adam Riser makes a deep powder turn in Grizzly Gulch near Alta, Utah.

|| 5 A.M. rolls around and I give the alarm a slap. Botch the coffee (too early), don’t forget the boots, load the truck, and… dang, did I forget my headlamp? Nope, it’s on my head. Meet up with Adam, Erme arrives, load Adam’s truck, and start driving. Hit the trailhead parking lot, slap the skis on the ground, shoot a headlamp photo that might work out, and start skinning. My lungs hurt, bad. Skin, skin, and skin more until morning breaks. Pause on the skin track and take in the view. Meet the guys at the top, shoot another photo, pack the camera, drop into my line, and enjoy. I blew right by that perfect patch of shooting light. Screw it, this is too much fun. Hollar, high five, and head for home. ||