Where summer is lush and leafy, winter brings out the bones. Buildings reemerge behind trees, objects are stripped to their base elements, and weather can surprise, transforming everything it touches to an alternate version of itself.
Winter’s design elements are likewise skeletal: frosty twigs, ice and stone, silhouettes and fog. There’s mystery too, beyond what’s hiding in the fog. Why did one tree become a glowing white sculpture sheathed in hoar frost while another nearby would remain bare, brown twigs?
There’s mixed images of ending and dormancy: the last rose bud of autumn, frozen in a wintry landscape, wrapped in drifting fog, roads leading to nothing but mist, horizons obscured in glowing grayness…