
The rhythm of the seasons is as predictable as, well, sunrise. But, every year we are amazed by spring, find joy in summer, pause in fall, and reflect in winter. Each season has its magical mood, its magical light. For a photographer, winter is wonderful for the angular light and the open candor of the forest and the winter trees. I suppose it is a rare photographer who has worked in the landscape but not photographed winter trees. They are irresistable! For me, it’s an annual rite of passage, an excuse to get out into the crisp, clean air, to see the essence of the forest before the green returns, and to look forward to the coming changes that will arrive with spring. The idea for a series of annual folios celebrating winter trees has been with me for a long, long time — since my earliest days in photography. At long last, the series commences.
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