Winter is long in Vermont. Light is fleeting, and New England gradually transforms into a black-and-white palette all on its own. Despite being a color photographer at heart, each winter I find myself drawn to the monochrome nature of life at these northern latitudes. I photograph this slower season with a film camera that asks me to slow down with it.

Winter also reveals. Trees are laid bare. Again, we see the shapes of distant ridgelines. Drafts show us where the gaps are in the house. Snow accumulates until structures bend beneath its weight. The season exposes what is vulnerable and makes the work of maintaining a place impossible to ignore.

We stack wood, seal windows, shovel roofs, repair what breaks. Weather works on everything, and we work in response. These photographs are about that long season of endurance, when impermanence is made visible and tending to a place becomes inseparable from inhabiting it.