This recent snow storm reminded me of the last severe winter weather that we had, four years ago this month. I was living way out in B.F.E., an hour from Asheville and 15 minutes from the closest store of any kind. I purposely stayed put and enjoyed the quiet of being thrust off the grid for a few days. Sure it was cold, sure the plumbing didn’t work and the power was out, but remembering that when it comes down to it you’ve got to rely on yourself is an invaluable lesson that is too rarely taught in our modern times. I shot these pictures on the first day, when the entire world seemed to be made of diamonds. Everything sparkled and leaned, the sum of the weight of ice and the light that it spread thickly in the air. Chiaroscuro faded from the blinding new world, and the places I knew so well became palatial and regal, a Fortress of Solitude that made me feel like Superman. The photos don’t do it justice at all, but I had to try. I’ve never seen anything like it. Have you?