There’s something about winter trees that I love photographing so much. They’re more than strong, random lines that reach for an endless white sky. Maybe it’s because I enjoy that crunching sound my boots make as I trudge across the park. Perhaps a reminder of my childhood, spent up in New Hampshire, where my brothers and I would crawl through fresh fallen snow, making varied paths that at some point end back home.
I’ve just published a new photo series called Winter Trees Most of these photos were taken at my local park – Fort Tryon Park, in New York City