Our skiing holidays at Trysil in the Norwegian mountains has been a family tradition since I was very young. I now spend more time in my hiking boots with camera in hand at sunrise and sunset than on the slopes by day, but I love watching my kids fall in love with the snow, the mountains and the feeling of freedom when you rush down the mountain so fast the wind pushes tears drops out of the corners of your eyes. I love watching them drive on board the ferry from Copenhagen to Oslo with the same excitement I felt as a child. And I love watching my father, now 60 years old, still goofing around with them doing silly tricks on his skis, as he did with me when I was their age (although his teaching methods seemed to have been softened a bit compared to then :-D )