To avoid coming across as pretentious, I don’t often describe my images or what goes into capturing them. Sure, it’s not often that a piece truly resonates with me personally, perhaps half a dozen times a year, so I’m happy to make an exception when one does. I’ve had this shot in my mind for quite a while, for about two years ago. It’s a sequel to an older image of mine called ‘inflamed colossals’, a fleeting moment when pine particles passed through the air and were illuminated by the morning sun at these exact trees.
Decent snowfall here doesn’t occur every year, so after some failed attempts and dozens of hours driving through the night, you can imagine the satisfaction of being here when it does. Although the forest was layered in white, the snow had since stopped falling. I set up for this image anyway and adjusted the shutter speed to what I guessed would be right for this motion blur. The gentle howl of the occasional southerly breeze offered a fraction of hope at creating some snowfall from above but after 10 minutes of waiting, I was considering moving on. But once in a blue moon I’ll get that gut feeling and assurance to stay put, so I got my feet a little more comfortable and waited.