My photography, blog, and school life tend to slow down a little to yield to my main addiction of life: skiing. After a brief cold period followed by a nice dusting of early season snow, my local mountain opened up Saturday morning. I was beyond stoked, but was out of town. My season pass wasn't yet lined up, my skis weren't tuned, but I was excited there was snow on the ground.
Later that day I get a call from my editor at the Winston-Salem Journal, asking if I could shoot some skiing photos this weekend. A perfect way to get on the hill, shoot some photos, and make some turns.
I was graced with a beautiful blue bird day, met some nice guys on the lift, and got to make some turns, regardless of their mediocre quality.
It's finally skieason.