STRANDS
As a southerner, I find winter a time of discomfort. Even here in the temperate southeast, the season can be tough—the short days, the gloomy skies, and the occasional snow and ice that really debilitate our infrastructure. As a distance hiker, my Saturdays in winter are wet, cold, and, more often than not, end with hot baths. But there, in the woods, on wet rock and through slush and puddle, when no one else is on the trail, I find a real beauty, an austere serenity that I actually love. I feel tough, independent, and proud of myself out there. At the edge of comfort comes discovery. That motto correlates to so many aspects of life—and to aspects of the creative life in particular. For our photo shoot this issue, we…
