Winter in the Driftless area of Wisconsin is the black and white season of repose in an otherwise abundantly colorful world. Wisconsin winter serves up loads of negative space that tends to focus the attention on anything notable breaking the continuities of white sky and white snow. I look to shoot edges and transitions. Floating shards of lake ice, pastures punctuated by hillocks of barren trees, memorial garden mementos and hills and ridges crowned like the thinning domes of old men. Such things speak either of potential on the brink of manifestation or, alternatively, potential nearly spent.