It hasn’t been blue sky the whole time I’ve been in Banff but a good number of days have had a good amount of sunshine. Sometimes that has coincided with very low temperatures when photographing the stunning mountain views has had to be sacrificed to maintaining finger count to 9½. Sometimes it has coincided with a balmy -5oC to -10oC and an attack of Repetitive Photo Syndrome out of sheer relief.
I also have to confess to foregoing photo opportunities to trying to improve my pretty poor skiing. One 2-hour lesson with a top instructor at Lake Louise did a huge amount as I subsequently applied what I learned from him to improve my level from basic intermediate to just-about-competent intermediate.
The side-effect was unfortunately the loss of some potentially great photographic shots as I tried to instil into my brain and body by repetition the habit, the instinct, of transferring my weight onto the outside ski to initiate a turn, lowering my body at the bottom of the turn , and turning the outside foot to a greater or lesser extent across the slope to control speed depending how steep or slick (icy) the run. My instinct from both kayaking and paragliding is to initiate and maintain a turn by weight-shift, transferring weight onto the inside of the turn. When I told this to the instructor he immediately worked out a way to overcome this long-ingrained habit. No wonder he’s now one of 10 instructors representing Canada at Interski, the coming together of the world’s top ski instructors in Argentina in September.
But I do manage a few shots with the camera. I have to admit that my main enjoyment is being in the high mountains in winter. They are beautiful, majestic, awe-inspiring …. any number of clichés. It puts you closer to God. Skiing is a great way to be loose in the mountains.
Since The Lesson, skiing has become an enjoyable a part of the experience. Not an end in itself but deeply satisfying as I manage to stay on my feet on ever steeper slopes at ever faster speeds. Wednesday and I skied one Green, one Blue and 5 Blacks before the midday stop. “Get a grip. Don’t get overconfident!!!!” I kept telling myself. Last time I got carried away I damaged my MCL.
Zooming down increasingly difficult runs I stop in places, slither down or shuffle to a better framed shot, take my outer gloves off, ferret the Canon compact out of a tightly zipped pocket and click away into the blinding sun hoping that one at least will turn out reasonably well.
Amazing photos. I need to spend some more time out there in the mountains. Have fun.
Thanks Kevin. You’re on the doorstep. Get here when you can. It costs me a fortune but having real fun. Best wishes, Barry
Picture of singular tree MUST BE the Folly mountain ? Keep well and come home safe Thank you for beautiful pictures R and Pad matt 1 v23
Lovely pics. It’s hard to describe mountains like that without using cliches! Awesome! Love the single tree photo.
Thanks Sarah. The same tree yesterday was brown and drab. The scenery changes all the time, sometimes subtly, sometimes dramatically.
Another great report and photos from Banff can’t wait to get out there!