I have driven to Whistler, BC, Canada numerous times during the peak of its skiing season in the winter and also during the summer for dragon boat races. However, spending a weekend there at the end of May, which also happened to be the last weekend for skiing, was quite a new experience.
At the onset, the village had transformed into a strange amalgamation of spring and winter. However, once I settled into the ambiance, it served to be an excitingly memorable experience. The usual colours and textures of the skiers and boarders and their accompanying gear was now accented by tulip blossoms and a carnival-like atmosphere brought about by the street performers and the onlookers.
In addition, the fare weather tourists, myself included, who were both brave and foolish enough to venture up to the peaks of Whistler and Blackcomb in their shorts and sandals were still able to witness the majestic glory of the snow-covered mountains and the thrills and spills of the extreme sports junkies.
All in all the weekend made for a great photography experience to experiment while I tried to capture the essence of Whistler in this transitional state.