For the past five years, I have been making photographs in the
snow and ice. I am interested in metaphor, and have sought to
comprehend our human place in this world.

On the surface, these images are quite beautiful. They appear
elegantly simple and accessible, evoking, perhaps, the silent
tranquility that one might feel after a fresh snowfall. Beneath
the surface, however, there is a subtle tension. Like fine haiku,
each image quietly references another season, a time of life or
activity that has already passed, and may come again.
Throughout the series run the leitmotifs of poles and ropes
and a palette of man-made color. The relationship between the
human and the natural world becomes more tightly intertwined as
the series progresses, and the cycles of life and death and
transformation fold inward.

This interest in time passage and life cycles becomes distilled
in explorations of water itself. Ice, snow, fog and water embody
the liminal states of a primary element. At times, the multiple
forms exist simultaneously. It is as though the thing itself possesses
its own counterpoint- and transformation is a constant condition,
despite seeming moments of stillness.