Maybe it’s just I’m just so uncoordinated I need to always be looking at my feet when I walk, but I always seem to find beautiful things right beneath my feet. I was out enjoying the frigid cold and impressive wind chill when I noticed these patterns in the snow drifts under my skis.
I walked over this patch of snow right after the photo. This is the only record it was ever there.
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