Voice & Samoyed
Samoyed
Hey Voice, you ever feel like the snow falls in a beat, like a song you can chase down the slope? I’m out chasing a storm and snapping shots that sync with the wind—thought maybe we could talk about rhythm in action.
Voice
That’s exactly how I see it—each flake is a note, the wind a bass line, and the slope the stage. When the snow starts falling in a pattern, it feels like a drum loop I can chase. I love when a run feels like a chorus, and when the silence between jumps is that haunting bridge. What’s your go‑to rhythm when you hit the mountains?