Straja

I went to Straja for a snowboarding trip with my friends, and it turned out to be one of those winter days that felt straight out of a dream. We spent hours on the slopes, laughing, falling, and flying down through the snow, enjoying the cold air and the rush of it all.

But beyond the fun, what truly stayed with me was the beauty of the forest. There was a soft fog weaving through the trees, wrapping the landscape in mystery. The snow was thin and icy on the branches — just enough to highlight the shape of each one like they’d been traced with frost.

I took out my camera and wandered for a while, capturing the quiet, almost magical stillness of the woods. The mix of fog, frost, and soft light created a moody atmosphere that I fell in love with.