Still Winter

Morning after snowfall comes quietly – one of the special times in New Mexico. I particularly love to go out in the early light, enjoying not only the crisp cold, but also the visual transformation, where fresh snow has changed the high desert. Once vistas of low, dry, visually busy flora, these fields fill with delicate, linear compositions: profusion reduced to clean, elemental shapes that I seek with my camera. But it is all so brief: for a moment, the day is muffled, the air is bracing, the snow clean and smooth – a perfect time to seek photographs of unspoiled simplicity. With sun and time, the weather-borne backdrop will melt. But now, right now, in this crystalline moment, it is winter. Still.