Last winter Lou and I took a snowboarding trip to Stratton Mountain in Vermont. We arrived after the snow had come though. The clouds had cleared and the ski was a vibrant blue. The snowfall caked the pine trees in thick covering, merging them into a mass of confectionary forms. It reminded me of a bright, warm day at the beach where the sheer vastness of reflective surface area creates a light-emitting landscape. Despite the elevation it felt warm and calm up there in the sun and the snow, everything melting into bold color and light.