Photo Death.

Sucking in my last lungfuls of air before an avalanche cuts off both by oxygen and the route to freedom. Sheer walls surround me, each one a solid, heavy block. One false move and I’m a goner. Gingerly I edge my way through the danger zone, past soft piles and hard walls. Where do I start digging? I have to make my way through this. Somehow. … More Photo Death.