the humble man sandwiched by two great and young freeriders.
we all get no respect (like Rodney Dangerfield, except these two:
they ski real steep couloirs, like the Martinsmad Rinne, between Flims and Elm, and for a sweet dessert, they have to climb it all back up with the help of crampons.
all this in a beautiful symphony of grey and white: quand je n'ai plus de gris, je mets du blanc.
c'est pour Sain Martin à Paris :- )
they get all my respect and admiration, und ich habe freude, die beiden zu kennen.