I had to shoot this moment because I was taken with how quickly rigid, imperfect trunks become smooth, rolling shadows in the snow.
I love capturing the duality of snow. It represents an ending, and, at the same time, snow wipes a clean slate for rebirth. The disparity of the transformation is echoed by the contrast of the light and the shadows.
The effect of the movement of light and shadows over the snow becomes a dance that very few ever notice . . . but the beauty and excitement is still there.