Snow begins to fall in the local mountains of Southern California, and I grow anxious for get out of the office and go skiing. This year, I was fortunate enough to get out twice during the week to enjoy short lift lines and a relaxed drive in the snow lined highways of the San Bernardino Mountains. This year, I also had a new large format camera to break in, so my goals were two fold this year. I woke up early with snow quietly falling, and covering the granite soil of the northern edge of Big Bear Valley. After some initial tripod issues, I set off across the street towards the national forest. I was rewarded with a quickly changing sky, amazing light, snow dusted boulders and a cold wet dog called Duffy.