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I remember from when I was growing up in Toronto, spring was an ugly time of year. A winter’s worth of litter and more unspeakable debris would emerge from the melting snow, which itself turned a dirty brown, grey or black as the accumulated particulate fallout from polluted air concentrated out. Things are different where I live now. Much of what emerges as the snow recedes is worthy subject matter for my camera, elegantly framed within a matrix of crystalline snow and ice. |
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