While most people are oooing and ahhhing about the crisp weather and the beautiful bursts of color that fall brings, I’m in my own little corner, cringing. I can’t help it. To me, autumn is a disease that spreads over the land and kills it. Winter is a cold, dark, dry death, and I dread it.
Throughout this project my eye often finds images that go beyond my visual perception and seem to reflect how my head twists the world. Here, in the unnatural light behind the leaves, I see snow. I feel winter coming and it makes me sad.