Skiing in slo' mo'

This was taken a few weeks ago when on a ski trip to Queenstown.  I appear half way through wearing a bright blue jacket.  It felt like I was flying down the slope, kicking up powder and blinding the skiers behind me, with danger and adventure the names carved on my skis.  The reality is a casual stroll in the park as children a fraction my size zip past me as a mere blur out of the corner of my eyes....