By every standard I am a winter scrooge. The saddest thing about the first day of summer is that winter is only six months away. And the best thing about the first day of winter is that summer is only six months away. I would live in summer all year long if I could. But I've found that by getting out and actually photographing the frozen world, it becomes more bearable, and actually quite lovely in it's own wintery way. I feel narcisitic when I take photos of myself, but I had a concept in mind but wasn't sure if it would turn out. I didn't want to waste someone else's time if it was going to be a flop. As always, this isn't exactly what I had in mind, but I guess that's just the way it goes.