These photographs are from a larger body of work entitled Trees of Winter. It was initiated by my move back to the Midwest following 20 years in California. Experiencing my first major snowstorm, I stood in awe of how completely the snow could silence the sounds of a city. It was the trees that drew my attention most—their bare branches starkly contrasted by the purity of the white snow. Over time, I became intrigued with how the wind sculpted the trees. The newly planted trees, with their branches and trunks so straight, drew a sharp contrast to those that have weathered many winters. I marveled at the master hand of our Creator and set out to capture and record the pristine beauty of His Majesty. My art is an act of worship.