Every shade of white

It’s breathlessly beautiful up here at Whistler Blackcomb. I’m almost tempted to not return to real life. Almost.

It’s pretty white up here though and sometimes all you see is miles and miles of white marked with tiny little coloured flags. But it’s fascinating to me… you think that all you see is white and nothingness, but really you see all the subtlety of light and shadow and every shade of white you can imagine. Cool white. Warm white. White in the morning light. White in overcast light. White in blindingly beautiful bluebird skies. I fully expect and look forward to being visually assaulted when I return to my yarns and dyepots next week.