The Film: Kodak UltraMax 400 (35mm)
The Camera: Canon EOS Rebel G (28-70mm)
The Story: Rolling fields of pure white snow. Frozen lakes dotted with booted footprints. Towering pines swaying in the whistling mountain wind.
For me, winters carry a balance of beauty and isolation. When the snow and temperature start to fall, the vibrance of summer and autumn makes way for muted shades of white, green and blue. This loss of warmth and colour also comes with the temporary disappearance of the majority of the population. Parks and lakes that were once bustling sites within the community sit stagnant. Sidewalks slowly get buried under matted snow, sleet and salt. Friends vanish within their homes, wrapped tightly in blankets awaiting the spring.
I have been fortunate to visit some stunningly beautiful places over my many winters and have found each one shares the same comforting eeriness. A sense of scale that dwarfs you in its immensity, that helps you better understand your place, that, despite the presence of others, makes you feel totally alone.
Neasewell Photography 