I was recently looking through some photos from a winters ago and came across this one. What’s interesting to me about this photo is not composition or lighting or even that my buddy Mike is ripping here in my backyard. It’s that the snow is absolutely horrible. Wind-scoured, sun-burnt, old, crusty and inconsistent. That was a bad season here in the alps. While the US was getting hammered with record-breaking snowfalls we had a dry and sunny winter. We actually went 5 weeks in January and February with no weather. Just sunshine, blue-skies and no snow. It was nice, for sure, but it wasn’t winter. But through all that bad weather and all those bad conditions I still had a great season and my skiing got light-years stronger because I was out skiing in hard to ski snow and bad conditions.