sometimes it feels like it was all a dream, soft melting fragments of memory disintegrating like sug

sometimes it feels like it was all a dream, soft melting fragments of memory disintegrating like sugar on the tongue

does it matter if it was real if it made me believe in something I could grasp onto at night when everything else seemed out of reach

Hi! I am posting a snow photo a day in December and January (obviously all from my 7 year snow project in nyc and not recent) since it was requested and since I think we can all use an escape into a snowy pre-pandemic world. My work is available in IKEA (one print linked in bio), on Fine Art America, Society6, Redbubble, and on my main collection site. My 2 books: New York in the Snow and NY Through the Lens are available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, the Strand and probably other places online.

Thanks for all the interest and hope all of you are coping with the end of what has been the hardest year for many. Love, V