In Banff, the mountains rise with a quiet authority — sharp ridges carved by time, snow tracing their edges against the sky. Standing before them, you feel both small and infinite, held in the stillness of stone and air. This photograph captures that summit moment, where light brushes across the peak and the landscape speaks in silence.
In Banff, the mountains rise with a quiet authority — sharp ridges carved by time, snow tracing their edges against the sky. Standing before them, you feel both small and infinite, held in the stillness of stone and air. This photograph captures that summit moment, where light brushes across the peak and the landscape speaks in silence.