Of the many things I love about getting up on the mountain early in the morning, two of my favourite are the glow of the sun on the snow, and the details in the snow.
I stare in amazement as the rising sun changes the colour of the snow, highlighting different details over time. There seems to be a bit of magic in the transition from the warmth of the orange/pink to the coolness of the blue/white. i also love the shapes that the snow takes when it’s really cold and clear. The hoar frost is especially pretty for it’s fragility.
That the accumulation of so many of those delicate little flakes is the ultimate foundation for the activity of ski touring l love so much will never cease to amaze me. It’s a testament to the importance of what seems to be insignificant in an of itself. The simple snowflake may be tiny, it may be delicate, but as the old saying goes, “there is strength in numbers”.