The majestic Canadian Rockies were bathed in the morning light as the sun rose behind us, fresh snow had fallen the night before and the clear blue sky was highlighted with a few wispy clouds. It was the golden hour – that magic hour just after dawn (or before sunset) and we witnessing the beauty of the Rockies in the winter at its finest. A photographer’s dream. A skier’s dream. Sorry photographer – it was a ski day and we were off to the hills to catch some powder. While the skier was jumping with joy, the photographer compromised by shooting out the passenger window (with the promise of a few more shots on top of the hill).

Mountains in Morning

The Golden Hour