Traces, shadows, ripples, remains… Each moment has it’s immediate impact as well as another that can be felt long after. Some things we work hard to forget, while other times it seems no matter how hard we try we can never remember something exactly as it was, or how we wished it might have been. Moments compound, time shrinks and memories expand to encompass a miriad of emotions, thoughts, and experiences.
When the winter comes a better part of me becomes lost to the world. My job, my location, my state of mind, all become focused on my immediate surroundings and the tasks at hand. Try as I might to catalogue, to remember, to share, so much is wrapped together and buried under layers of snow. This season’s memories might not be buried quite as deep under that immaculate blanket of white, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t just as many. Time has a way of getting away from you, and while sometimes you’re the one out ahead, more often we’re playing catch-up while continuing to push forward. It’s been a little while but I’m very pleased to have a moment to look back with you on a season some have been calling the worst. Personally I’ll need more evidence than a few numbers and some dirt patches, because when I look back on these pictures, they tell a different story, I think you’ll agree.