A slave to the foot, yet exists completely free.
Slipping, sliding, carving and free falling is just another day (a very good day).
At first glance it is a simple thing; wood, plastic and metal, glued and squished together.
But upon closer inspection, the complexities of emotions, feelings and thoughts that a ski summons from ones inner self, allows it to transcend physical materials into something much, much more.
Here is a perspective on how your skis interpret the day and how it is possible for them to be more than a piece of equipment or a tool, but an instrument of pure joy and ecstasy.
Aww, the summit.
Excuse me while I powder my face.
Thank you my king.
All good days must come to an end.
Here I wait: for tomorrow brings another adventure and more good unforgettable memories.