This image is from a few winters back, when we still had snowfall. It was taken on a bitterly cold night during the Sochi Winter Olympics. I set up a tripod in the bedroom and opened the window during the exposure. The colors may seem a bit fantastic, but strange things happen to color and atmosphere on single-digit degree nights in February, especially during long camera exposures. At first I had intended to seamlessly stitch the images together into a long, continuous panorama, but at the moment I like the effect of the white spaces between the singular images...it gives it the look of a vintage contact sheet. I had long been considering a panoramic image of this particular portion of my neighborhood, and only in winter, when the trees are bare and darkness comes early, is this possible. Inspired in part by Russian literature, where winter seems to be constantly in season.
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