It's August.
This month, I will leave for NZ from the middle of the month.
And when I come back, it's already September, and the wind that feels autumn is blowing and I'm in a hurry to prepare for the season.
Winter for me begins.
The other day, I had a photo burned by Hiroyuki Yamada.
A piece of steel that I've always wanted.
A memorable day in 97 when I chartered a herio from cranbrook and flew to the back of the Island lake lodge.
Craig and myself.
A moment when the sun is tilting and you are enjoying the afterglow while looking at the long shadows on the slope.
It was finally displayed on the wall of my house.
