Skiing in Western Canada is beautiful, not only because of the mountains, but because of the trees.
Especially at the higher altitudes, when the trees are often in the clouds. Under the right conditions, the snow and hoar frost accumulates on the branches and covers everything in white.
The trees take on weird shapes, and form “snow ghosts”.
I especially like snow ghosts on clear days, where the brilliant white contracts the azure sky, to the point that it almost hurts to look at.
I never get tired of watching the trees on these days. The color and lighting changes by the hour, and you never see the same scene twice.
I’ll take dozens of photos in a single day. And some of those photos will become watercolor paintings in the near future.
Oh yes, they will.