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| …By February, the sun gets high enough in the sky to peer briefly down through the sickle col and set fire to the sea of spines—but only for about 20 minutes. January had been gray, and strapping on skins under the morning stars had gotten the excitement rolling. We hurried up the quiet trail, and as the shade slowly peeled back, every detail of the convoluted terrain came to life…. —from photographer Dave Mossop’s Story Behind The Photo |
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