photograph as memory...

winter at nite. it can be a difficult time to be out shooting. but often it's these times that the light and the world is most mysterious. i love those moments when you look up and see an image form itself in front of you. then perhaps it's forgotten until one day it comes to your consciousness, rising up to complete its existence. a photograph that lives to represent the beauty and allure of a moment. nothing more, nothing deeper. simply a memory of a cold christmas nite, under a bright moon, while the snow quietly fell to the white ground.