We got yet another snowstorm. While the other ones had come overnight, this one happened during the day so I had the chance to go out and photograph it.

It was brief but very intense, a mix of heavy snow and sleet, and some strong winds. You wouldn't be blamed for calling those conditions miserable.

Yet somehow, I loved it and felt sad when it was over. For over an hour, I got soaked, I was cold, my cameras were taking a beating... all of that made me feel so alive.

That's what photography is for me. A tool of discovery, to experience moments that I would otherwise avoid in exchange for some comfort.

That's why we photograph.