Winter is a season of contradictions.  The quiet beauty of freshly fallen snow invokes a sense of serenity.  Yet, the cold winds and white-out snows of a Nor’easter reveal the harshest brutality of Nature.  It is a monochromatic season that is often devoid of color.  Yet, color can be revealed in surprising and subtle ways such as remnants of the previous Fall, the persistent evergreens, or as refractions of the sun on ice.  

Without leaves on the trees, it is possible to look through what otherwise would be an obstructed view.  Revealing layers and juxtapositions that would otherwise not be visible.  When you look closely there is a depth to winter that is not immediately obvious.  It is this depth, both geometric and contemplative, that I explore in these landscapes.