Really when you think of it, it is odd. Like who gets endless inspiration to photograph mounds of snow in March? This is the month of waiting and hope and Spring and (not quite, but almost…) Easter.

But not for me. I’m behind the times, back in December, where the snow is still magical and fresh, drawing you out into a wonderland you must capture. Out fear it will leave, never to return again, I press the shutter, and there’s a frozen moment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-Bianca