Photographing a sport I know nothing about means committing to some effort and practice time to learning the intricacies of its timing. I went out Saturday, a beautiful blue-sky afternoon on the slope, wandered about, and made a bunch of pictures.
The wind blew snow crystals grating across the surface. This sounds like sandpaper. The snowpack was icy; some of the kiters hit really hard. Yet, despite going every direction of the compass, these folks are under control - no one got anywhere near colliding with me, and I was out in the middle of it, almost certainly in the way.
I know what I want for the project now. Hopefully, third time will be the charm. Chris says he's going to go take a lesson soon, maybe we'll go up together.
P.S., if you were out there on Saturday, and I made your photo, send me an email or leave a comment on the blog, won't you? See you next time.
