The soft, early winter light has always seemed a bit melancholic to me.
It reminds me of my first winter in university when I would take a streetcar and ride it till its terminal stop after my classes were done in the afternoon. The light, although bright and crisp, would be soft, with a hint of gold in it. This is when I first started paying attention to light around me. It was almost tangible - you could reach out with your hand and you could almost touch it.
Fast forward a few years, and Mila and I met up one chilly afternoon to take some photos at the Sunnyside Pavillion. It was January and the light was as soft and crisp, with a hint of gold in it - exactly as I remember it many winters ago.
Mila, thank you for your patience - both when it was -10 C when we shot this, and for waiting for the photos to be proofed. You are a true grace. And thank you for introducing me to Victor! He was such a great host when I finally met him in Moscow.