Old School

Presidents Day found me not with flag-waving authority figures, but with snow, and lots of it. I had the pleasure of throwing myself down the slopes (a.k.a. skiing) with my Holga at Brighton Resort in Big Cottonwood Canyon just east of Salt Lake City. I was not alone in this blissful event, no, I was with my buddy Cassidy, and hordes of other snow lovers. It was a gorgeous day to be at Brighton. Thanks for a great day, Cass!

I don’t ski nearly as often as I’d like to, and when I stood waiting in line at Majestic, I was shocked to see that snowboarders outnumbered the skiers probably 4:1. I just didn’t realize there were so many devout followers of the sport. Plus, with my twelve-year old Dynastars and beat up old boots, I quickly saw how out of the loop I was. My skis weren’t shaped. My boots had only one buckle. I had on a hat and sunglasses instead of a shiny helmet and polarized goggles. I’m old school!

As you can see, Northern Utah’s been pounded with snow lately. Here are a few more shots of the winter wonderland around me. The first is just up the road from our family cabin in Nordic Valley, Utah. It was taken with my Diana and Superia 100. I stepped out of the car, ran across the road, tripped the shutter, and ran back to my car and slammed the door all in about 15 seconds. The big, rickety, black smoke-spewing snow plow was coming right at me!



Here are some snowy abstracts from my Pentax and Reala 100 from the cabin while waiting for my turn to cruise down the icy drive on a sled.