Let me be very clear: I have never been into winter sports. Skiing, ice hockey or even ice skating were all simply bizarre to me. You see, I grew up in Madras, India, where “winter” is when the temperature hits 75 degrees. There, you’ll see aunties and uncles hustling over the main stretch of the beach in sweaters and scarves. I grew up unaccustomed to the cold weather. In fact, when my fingers start to freeze up, I look for the nearest Starbucks where I can quickly warm up. Don’t ask me what I am doing now in New England!
Jokes aside, when I heard Inspire Photo Retreats takes place in the middle of snow season and offers a ready refuge to photographers, I was hooked. Yet it wasn’t till last year that I spent the entire three days at the conference. Years before, I poked my head in to check