Snow in the city tends to soften everything it touches, but it also sharpens the outlines of routine. Umbrellas, branches, and shadows become the loudest things on the street.
The frames in this project are quiet studies of that contrast: monochrome winter, working days, and the small historical distance that a single snowstorm can briefly open between a place and the people who pass through it.
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