I was born in the summertime. My ancestors lived in warm weather nearly year round. This leads me to believe that I am not built for cold weather. However, being born and raised in New York City, I've adapted to some cold. I have learned how to layer up and prepare for most temperature ranges. That said, the winter always takes me by surprise. I always find myself saying "This winter MUST be colder than last year!" even though that's probably not at all true.
Instead of spending too much time complaining about the weather, I've decided to celebrate the beauty in the cold. With my camera in tow, I've been wandering around the snowy city (and surrounding parts) ready to capture what fills some folks with joy, but just makes me wear tights under my jeans and long-sleeve tees under my dresses.
I found I do best when the weather is cold, the winds are still, and the scene is drenched in sunlight. But I still desperately long for spring. I'd love to wear a jacket and not a coat. I would also very much enjoy not wearing double socks and being able to walk out of the house with wet hair without the fear of icicles developing at the ends of my curls.
So with baseball's spring training just around the corner, I've decided to share a set of photos dedicated to celebrating winter. I'd like to think of this as a indefinite moratorium on winter, at least until this time next year.