pink

There is an alley of pear trees in bloom and when they lose their petals in the wind it looks like snow.

Spandex clad beerguts on roadbikes are back in force, people appear to have woken up from whatever kind of koma they spend the winters in. The teenage girls who hang out in the skatepark to ignore the boys seem happy that it is once again possible to wear that particular combination of low rise jeans and short tops, which allows the nonchalant showing off of ones thong without neccesarily getting pneumonia.

Fat green meadows and the sweet smelling pink obscenities planted to complement the urban tristesse that surfaces sometimes even here, in our sound of music version of a city, make a strange contrast after days spent in stark whiteness.



While corn is nice there is certainly something to be said for the warm sloppy spring storms on the glaciers.



Powder 8s with Kaisa







30.4. Dawnpatrol, Wechnerscharte

Another early, early morning departure from our favourite powerplant.





Skinned up in the shade and decided on a whim to ski down on the sunny side.



Keksie carving thru the blu