As the winter heads toward spring, I think about the concept of erasure. I see the mounds of snow-covered cars creating a powerful visual rhythm, pulling my eye deep into the frame while the snow erases the vehicles' features. The diffused light of the "blue hour" renders the scene almost monochromatic, letting me appreciate the subtle blue and grey gradations within the "white" snow.

Clinging to a rusting safety fence, a quiet, magenta rebellion bloomed. Three delicate Globe Amaranths pushed through the black iron, their green stems defying the orange rust. Against the streaking red traffic below, this splash of vibrant colour proved life doesn't just endure; it blooms.