A lot of powder

There’s a magical place on which we can count, when we need the time to stop for some days, suspended on the highest peaks.

It is a place where sleeping is forbidden, partying is inescapable sorrounded by the nice mads local elfs, white unstoppably shines, woods are silent, the storm can’t touch you, powder is as far as your eyes can go.

An infinite so touchable allucination.

More pictures here.