It’s become a habit to start my ski days early. Fast and first. The light in the morning has a fresh, vivid quality that distinguishes it. My friend Craig delivers the mail during mornings, but gets to ski afternoons. The pace is slower, watching for what has been overlooked, and for a few fleeting moments just before dark the mountains and sky glow with a soft warm light. We skied out the day with a couple of smooth lines on Mt Grey, ending with beers in the darkened parking lot, on this Christmas eve.
Afternoon Light
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