There is something to be said about the cold of the North. On this day I remember the feeling of my gloves crumbling on the focus ring. My boots failing on the frozen lake. I was somewhere in between an amphitheater of mountains and Jasper, AB.
The wind, fierce as it gripped my face and the snow that surrounded me, throwing it into a constant mist, obscuring my vision, testing my resilience.
Not a lot is made to live in that chaos and the fallen trees reminded me of that. #lr_cooltones