A photo essay of the bones of our darkest season

Photography by Liza Lentini




To shorten winter, borrow some money due in spring. 


W.J. Vogel




The thing I really hate about climate change is we never get any of the benefit of it! The summers can get too damn hot, and when you could actually use a little global warming, when no-one would call the police on it, if you know what I mean, it’s nowhere to be found! Here in the (supposedly) last few weeks of winter, I no longer remember warmth, or days where walking up the incline driveway wasn’t a pissing contest with death, because of the thick, impenetrable, unmeltable lamination of ice. Where the hell is the Hell of global warming when it would not be exactly resented?


Here at WONDERLUST World Headquarters, in the Land That God Forgot, Northeastern Pennsylvania, winter has been unrelenting, with snowstorm after snowstorm and temperatures staying below freezing for weeks. And we haven’t had it the worst. I’m just saying, I live here. So it’s the worst it could have been for me. 


I moan a lot, but Liza, she just gets on with it. She takes her camera out and takes pictures like these. 


Bob Guccione, Jr.






I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape–the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. 


Andrew Wyeth













Winter is nature’s way of saying, ‘Up yours.’ 


Robert Byrne









There’s something about the Pacific Northwest, the scale of it, and the fact that not so long ago people came here and died getting here, and then died the first winter they were here. There’s this breathtaking beauty, just a little bit of moss on the tree, just this little thread of danger, and the sinister. And I really like that. 


Chelsea Cain









How many lessons of faith and beauty we should lose, if there were no winter in our year!


Thomas Wentworth Higginson











There are two seasons in Scotland: June and Winter. 


Billy Connolly










Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter’s pretty lousy, but I hate Spring. 


Dorothy Parker