For as long as I can remember, my grandparents have had a house in the Pocono Mountains, Pennsylvania where my whole family would go at least once every season for our "mini vacations". In the summer time we would go swimming in the lake and rafting down the Lehigh river. Spring and fall were for blueberry and applepicking, as well as baseball games and haunted hayrides. But winter was always the season we looked forward to the most. Winter was for Christmas tree cutting and skiing, snowman building and cold, wintery walks through the trails on our property. The snow would accumulate twice as fast as it did back home in New Jersey and the nights were cold outside but warm by the wood fireplace. The Pocono Mountains were, and still are, a favorite destination for my family to get away from everything and enjoy the serenity that comes with softly falling white snowflakes.
I am so fortunate in my job that not only do I get to experience and photograph the quiet atmosphere that winter can bring to places, but also the excitement and hustle and bustle that comes with it as well. New York City is the complete opposite of the Pennsylvania countryside but is just as breathtaking in the winter months.
These photos are a mix of film photos and snapshots taken on my phone during my commute into the city and my little escapes to the mountains.