People that know me will most likely have the reaction of “no duh” after reading this article. This photo was created up on Mt Washburn in the Yellowstone National Park. The greatest part of being up there for me was that there was snow. I love snow and even the small amount up there filled my heart with happiness. Stepping on snow for me is a spiritual event for me, always has been. I remember even at the earliest age that a snow day was going to be a magical experience and it always was. When I got older and the Weather Channel came into existence, from October till May I would watch for hours tracking storms. A good friend of mine would come over on school nights that we knew a big storm was going to hit, there was little guessing about these storms, when we called it, that storm would never “miss us”. On those days we would head to our local ski resort for a day of snowboarding. At eleven years old, I knew I wanted to be a competitive snowboarder, I am not sure if I loved the sport more or the fact that it allowed me to play in the snow all day. Whichever way it was doesn’t really matter, I love both. In my early twenty’s a friend of mine, Marc DeVito, and me headed out to the horseman glacier in British Columbia, just because we could not imagine going all summer with out getting on some snow. Summer has always been too long. The snow conditions on Mt. Washburn reminded me of the snow conditions of late July on the Horseman Glacier. This snow patch for me is a little slice of heaven for me.
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ISO 400 : 16 mm : -1.33 ev : f 11 : 1/800