There is something clarifying about winter light. It arrives low and stays low, and there is no hiding from it. Shadows stretch long from the first hour of the morning.

Riverside, January 2024

I used to avoid shooting in January. The cold made handling the camera unpleasant, and the grey skies felt like a kind of failure. Now I think I had it backwards.

The flatness is not an absence of light — it is a particular quality of light, one that asks you to find structure in other things: shape, proximity, stillness.