Winter in March
Even still, to this day, the best adventures are the ones un-photographed, un-filmed, unrecorded
except by the memory of feelings. Not because they were impossible to capture but because there came
a point were those moments became too intense to be experienced faithfully through the lens of a camera.
The core of these experiences are greater than mere imagery.
So try to see the feeling of ice clinging to your clothes and hair in pictures like this.
Try to see the feeling of seeing nothing ahead but white and being totally alright about that.
Try to see the feeling of spindrift beating away at your face as you try to run back up to your friends,
boots dancing back and forth as you stab your front points into shallow ice.
The core of these experiences are greater than mere imagery
so try to feel what I saw in pictures like this.