Five flights and 20 hours later, I find myself barely keeping the eyelids open. I really couldn’t understand what was going on around me. All I wanted to do was doze off, but everyone had already passed out. We vowed to one another that there would always be one person awake, keeping an eye on the goods. That person was me, as I snoozed and didn’t snooze first.
My head was bobbing back and forth when the crowd from a plane that had arrived stampeded out of the tunnel. Similar to herds of sheep on the farm, everyone was following one another in perfect motion. The unfolding scene ignited my passion to click the shutter. Pop. Pop. A few shots went by before anyone knew what had happened.
Even I didn’t remember taking that one until we edited all the goodies on the light table. A great start to 21 days of two feet of fresh powder each morning. Hokkaido, Japan, is magical.