1st-2nd February 2014
A ski trip to Straja
This trip to Straja wasn’t just another mountain getaway, it was the moment I fell in love with winter.
One afternoon, drawn by the beauty of a brewing blizzard, I grabbed my camera and went on a solo hike along the slope. The wind was sharp, the snow relentless, but the landscape… it was otherworldly. The snow swirled around me in every direction, transforming everything into a moving painting of white and light.
At one point, a cloud rolled in, and the fog became so dense that I couldn’t even see my own feet. Everywhere I looked... just white. I had never experienced such a whiteout before. But instead of panic, I felt calm. I knew I was close to the telecabins, and I embraced the surreal silence of it all.
And then — the cloud passed. What followed was something I’ll never forget. The sky opened up to an incredible sunset, painting the stormy snow in golden rays. The wind still danced through the air, picking up flurries of snow that shimmered in the light. I stood there in awe, speechless, camera in hand, unable to believe the beauty I was witnessing.
When I finally came down from the mountain, something had shifted in me. Those two hours in extreme winter conditions made me truly appreciate the raw power and beauty of winter. For the first time, I understood its magic. This trip changed the way I see the season and I know I’ll be chasing moments like that one for the rest of my life.
One afternoon, drawn by the beauty of a brewing blizzard, I grabbed my camera and went on a solo hike along the slope. The wind was sharp, the snow relentless, but the landscape… it was otherworldly. The snow swirled around me in every direction, transforming everything into a moving painting of white and light.
At one point, a cloud rolled in, and the fog became so dense that I couldn’t even see my own feet. Everywhere I looked... just white. I had never experienced such a whiteout before. But instead of panic, I felt calm. I knew I was close to the telecabins, and I embraced the surreal silence of it all.
And then — the cloud passed. What followed was something I’ll never forget. The sky opened up to an incredible sunset, painting the stormy snow in golden rays. The wind still danced through the air, picking up flurries of snow that shimmered in the light. I stood there in awe, speechless, camera in hand, unable to believe the beauty I was witnessing.
When I finally came down from the mountain, something had shifted in me. Those two hours in extreme winter conditions made me truly appreciate the raw power and beauty of winter. For the first time, I understood its magic. This trip changed the way I see the season and I know I’ll be chasing moments like that one for the rest of my life.
