Most people like to stay inside when it’s cold. Instead, I was out with my camera; snowshoeing. It was -20C, my breath was freezing in my beard, but worst of all, the light was flat and monochrome. Everything felt like it was either covered in snow, or was just a shadow of it’s true self. The forest was silent, even the birds refused to wake up. Crunching through the crisp snow, I spotted this small stand of trees. Something about these trees spoke to me, made me stop. I stood still, feeling the moment. Nothing moved. No wind rustled, no critters stirred. Just me, and a few trees. Looking closer, I noticed hints of colour. Brown grass. Green needles. There was more than the grey expanse of mist in the distance. I had to capture this moment.

I was out with some friends that day, and we had a great time flying through the snow. Realistically we didn’t need snowshoes for most of the trail, but they certainly helped in spots. It was a great reminder that there was no such thing as bad weather, just insufficient layers, and we had plenty!