These are a few shots from that Whistler thing at the end of January. Some pretty mountains, some sun through clouds, and me at the top of Seventh Heaven on Blackcomb.

I find myself fondest of those moody shots through cloud. Found myself commenting on the chair to some of those exulting over one of the clearer, brighter days and the beauty of the mountains all around visible for miles and miles that yes, that was all postcard, but I loved the very feel of it when I found myself in cloud near the peak, and there were crags and snow-capped trees looming like ghosts through the mist. That shot of the sun against a steep slope, there, and that high traverse are both from a day and time like that: the peak of Whistler, cloud in a wreath around it, snow coming down out of it. The peak chair would climb up into it, and you were in this whole new, eerily beautiful world.

(/… But y’know, that’s just me. Just gotta be different, is all.)

(/ETA: Added one more—dunno how that got left out.)

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