As we settled in to our Japanese house in the middle of a farming range in Furano, Hokkaido, life as I knew it in London was grounded to a halt. With limited internet reception and no other source of interruptions, we moved to a slower beat and succumbed to life’s simplicity. Watching the snow conditions and discussing the next day’s skiing adventures became our daily routine. Our sore bodies aching in delight with anticipation of never ending powder snow and fresh lines. Unfortunately, we were hit with unprecedented blue skies and the routine nightly dump of fresh snow never materialised. If this was any other ski field we would have been delighted but our experience from previous years of Furano’s pristine snow conditions had made us into ‘powder snobs’. There were still much skiing to do and daily onsen (hot spring) soaks as we gazed at the crispy cold Japanese night kept us fully satisfied.
These photographs were taken on one morning as we drove towards the ski fields for our daily expeditions. We found a little drive way which had been cleared leading to a snow covered path lined by lamp posts. The scene almost looked like it had jumped out of a story book. The mercury was below 10 and the chill was almost unbearable, but my all white ensemble seemed just right for the setting.
Photographed in Furano, Japan by Digital JiuJitsu.