As I ride along the Hudson right now (via train), the windows encase the river and cliffs as if framing a black and white image.
Despite the absence of a color palette beyond sparse bits of black, considerable amounts of white, and innumerable shades of grey in between; it’s one if the most arresting images I’ve seen in a while.

People most often think of spring and fall as being interesting, which they are, but winter also deserves it’s due. In thinking about the diversity of things that have harmonized to create this unaltered black and white landscape; trees, rocks, cliffs, bodies of water, the sky… It should be apparent that there is hardly a more beautiful time of year.