As the cooler months pass here in the southern hemisphere, it seemed like a good time to look through some rolls of film shot over winter. There is always an air of romance when recalling the previous season – longing for the sun and heat of summer or the cosiness and sense of added adventure when stepping out into the harsh elements of winter.
Sitting on a balcony, drinking coffee, awaiting what is forecasted to be a thirty degree day in Melbourne, I can’t help but be drawn into the colours, the textures and the cold embrace that flows from images taken in winter. Sifting through recently developed rolls of 35mm there are the fond memories of those rare days of winter sun that seemed so few and far between, when everyone you crossed paths with seemed like they had uncovered some great secret or sense of purpose that they must go out and share.
These are the times we strive for, when life imitates art and we, for however long a moment, feel more alive.