These photographs were taken in November, right before we traveled to Hawaii. The day was dressed in a bed of milk-white snow and every autumn leftover was buried below. It was the arrival of winter. Roads were no longer dry, trees no longer held the shape of leaves and smoke from lungs and chimney stacks suddenly became visible. Winter is beautiful, but after four months of carrying firewood to its fireplace grave, you start to wonder if you'll ever see spring again. I try to remember what…