Walking Through Falling Snow

Could be another "from the archives" post but I’ll use a more poetic title.

While Hali was off cross-country skiing I stayed behind at Rainbow Lodge, alternately marveling at the falling snow, then gearing up to go out into it.

Once outside I wasn’t uncomfortable at all. Of course, I had on hiking boots with wool socks, long johns, down jacket and the like. Part of the experience was the uniqueness factor since I’d never before had the opportunity to photograph in falling snow (and haven’t had since.) Living in the Bay Area, one has to time it just right in order to arrive in the mountains just as the snow starts to fall.

I can’t remember exactly how I kept the lens of my Nikon F100 clear of melted snowflakes. But I must have had some method.

Photo: Branches in Snow—Sierra Nevada, 2004