The more we neared to the lake, the stronger the winds would push against us, filling up our eyes with snow breaking off the peaks of the mountains.
No-one expected such harsh weather, but Van was going after the toy with great excitement.
 His ears and tufts would dance in the wind, while his coat would embrace his face like a scarf. His legs sturdy as tree trunks — embedded in the stone. This photo is a piece of art, a piece of adventure, a piece of risk, a piece of trust and true cooperation.