Like the snow, light is fleeting.  The best light occurs in small windows at either end of a day.  In these windows time seems to move at triple speed.  Here’s what could have been a skiing shot we were scrambling to get in position for and just missed by about 30 seconds. I fired off a few test frames and knew that there just wasn’t going to be enough time for the rider to drop in before the sun dropped below the ridge.  Ya win some, ya lose some eh?  This one will haunt me for a while.

argh…