is really beautiful up North at Mont-Tremblant, where I went on the weekend. There’s not much snow yet, and at lower elevations it’s pretty bare. Saturday night, though, a cloud rested about halfway up the mountain. Sunday morning when I awoke to bright sunny skies, I looked across to the mountain and there was a straight line – above it was white: the ski runs, the trees, everything. Below it was as before – fall grey tree bark, grass and rocks, and black-looking evergreens. Of course my camera was at home in my work bag.