My Ouevre is Monochromatic.

Well, its my final night here in Hakuba. We've skiied a total of 9 days across five different resorts and extended our stay an extra day to catch one more powder dump, although it didn't quite arrive in time. We've had one huge powder day, one another good freshy day, and a few other dustings. Plenty of 'unseasonal' sunshine to go with it. No broken bones, 2 kidneys still in tact and an avalanche of photos.

Dad and I have different objectives when it has come to taking photos. Dad likes to take photos of toilets, vending machines and bus timetables.  I prefer to take photos of trees, branches and old pieces of machinery covered in snow. He doesn't understand, suggesting that it's just another tree. I tell him I'm trying to be artisitic and throw a bunch of big words his way. Something like 'capturing the fragile beauty of the interaction between humans and nature.' He explains that he's trying to document the cultural experience and that his photos will be more 'informative' and appreciated by more people. I tell him his photos of toilets are like trashy lowest common denominator US television, whereas I'm reaching a more intellectual audience who will appreciate a deeper more meaningful visual (i truly have respect for my blog readers' intelligence). He argues I'm being a pretentious little snot. I agree wholeheartedly, nodding my head with a smug smile. 'It is true. I am just better than you,' I reply.

The argument all started when i found a rusty old chairlift station and took 20 photos. 'From different angles!'  I tried to explain to a perplexed father. And then there were all the trees. What can i say? Snow is beautiful. Nature is beautiful. Combo it together and you get mega beauty.