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BABY, IT’S TOO COLD FOR PHOTOS
SMITTEN BY WINTER'S CHILLY CHARM, PHOTOGRAPHER BILL WESTMORELAND FINDS JOY IN NATURE'S SCULPTING WITH SNOW AND THE SEASON'S DRAMATIC LIGHT
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photos by Bill Westmoreland, text by Edward M. Gómez
Baby, it’s cold outside — cold enough to make our fingers freeze when exposing them to push the picture-snapping button on a camera. Yes, some of us do whine. Better to toughen up, bundle up, and bear it — right?
“How can you expect a man who’s warm to understand one who’s cold?” the Russian novelist and Soviet-era dissident Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn (1918-2008) once observed. Having been imprisoned in the Gulag, in the far reaches of Kazakhstan, by Joseph Stalin for criticizing the Soviet dictator in a private letter, Solzhenitsyn knew a thing or two about the cold — about cold hearts, cold temperatures, and the life-or-death vicissitudes of the Cold War.
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