STORIES FROM THE ROAD: LECH
I wish I was a skier. I am not unable to ski from lack of trying, I am in fact too uncoordinated to successfully glide through snow and not hurt myself. A long time ago I realised I was much better suited to sitting on the sidelines and capturing the adventures of my friends, as multiple broken bones was not in the plan for my life this decade. I adore winter sports, and have spent hours of my life watching people hurl themselves down hills. I love the snow, I love how it feels, I love how it looks. I think shooting in the snow is perhaps my absolute favourite condition, even with all it’s lighting issues, health hazards and general difficulties. If I could spent all year atop a mountain I think I’d surely be happy. Here is the accumulation of a week in Lech, at minus 15 with some very brave people.
