I had a discussion once with a friend of mine- a cinematographer and gaffer- about what makes winter light unique from summer or spring. He made some scientific-sounding argument about molecules in the air during the summer, which make the air thicker and diffuse the light. Whereas in winter, he argued, those molecules aren't there, it's not humid, making the light more intense and sharp. Having no real scientific background myself, I can't say whether or not any of his statement has any truth to it. But I think he's right: winter light is different.
As someone who has grown up in the Midwest and continues to live in a place where winters are harsh and bitter cold, I've seen light change from season to season and there's something that makes the light in winter stand out. On crisp clear days, when there's not a cloud in the sky, the light is bright and blinding. Sharp and harsh as the cold itself.
I go home to Minnesota each year around Christmastime. Since I've spent the last few years in Chicago, coming home is always a time of re-discovery. I've grown as a photographer and filmmaker since I've been away from home and I always love to return and capture the familiar places with a new eye. These are a few shots taken on my old iPhone 4 during the time I was back home and exploring some of my favorite spots.