Having been raised in the tropical Philippines, the only contact I had with snow was what I saw in the illustrations of my childhood story books. My unfettered imagination created a wondrous winter wonderland, which only grew over the years. I pictured myself skiing in powder, leaving a flurry of snow in my wake. My dream became a reality when I married into a family of avid skiers. Finally learning how to ski at the age of 59, I took to it like a duck to water. My hiusband and I make our yearly pilgrimages to Thredbo (Australia's Mt Kosciusko) and Hokkaido (Japan), where I've enjoyed photographing winter's crispness and clarity, a fresh fall not unlike the wiping clean of a slate. There’s nothing more exquisite than walking on snow that nobody else has walked on.