Wild Card Movies

March 28, 2012 It comes in fast and heavy, a thick and unstable grey mass of undulating darkness.  Without warning, it begins pounding us with a relentless onslaught of  “sky dandruff”, covering every surface with a blanket of cold white.  Within those who know, an itch grows in intensity, spreading into every molecule of our bodies causing us to squirm and twitch.  Feelings of ecstasy and anxiety rush in as we prepare ourselves for the first decent.  And as quickly as it came, it’s over.  We now stand breathless at the bottom of mountain, looking upwards in anticipation of repeating the process all over again.

Shooting photos of snowboarding is a great way to spend your money and energy.  It is an incredibly rewarding activity that I’ve been doing for quite some time now.  Like many things in life, it’s had it’s ups and downs, and I’ve been employing a more critical view of it lately.  It’s a good idea for everyone to take a step back and look at what “they do” from a different perspective – just to ensure you don’t get jaded and burned out.  After taking a short hiatus, I’ve again started shooting on a regular basis, just following the light and riders who don’t take themselves too seriously. 

These photos are from March 2012, the month of non-stop pow turns, face shots, vertigo visions and riding by brail. The last few weeks have been stellar for anyone living in the Pacific Northwest.  No matter what the ability, game plans, or board shape, the mountains were a real treat for anyone fortunate to have visited.  But with all the good snow and big storms unleashing on us, we’ve also been forced to respect the real deal dangers that are out there.  It doesn’t matter who you are, the snow knows no boundaries. So rather than expose myself and my friends more than necessary, we all have been playing it low key, shredding around for fun and avoiding dangerous terrain.  As I type, a new storm system is moving in, hopefully starting the process all over again. —Dylan Hart–