These pictures are some oldies from very early in my career, but for as long as they've been around they have been some of my most popular images. Why? I like to think it's because they are especially beautiful in a scenery we typically see as especially ugly. It was early January after a dry spell of no snow for a while. Every think is a little murky and a little muddy. There's not a single piece of greenery or life on a single tree and the bare branches jut out a weird angles. It is the straight up UGLY part of winter... but it doesn't really feel that way. 

LANEY+BRIGHAM | the day I stopped shooting at golden hour
PHOTO TALK | how to work the ugly times when life itself has been sucked from the earth