In Toronto, winter isn't something you live, it's something you endure. The city fills with snow, the light goes out early, and everything that used to be an encounter outside folds back indoors. And still, people keep going out. They bundle up, lower their heads, cross the cold the way you cross hostile ground you have no choice but to get through.

This series looks at that stubbornness. Not the postcard-white landscape, but the daily effort of staying alive when a city turns unwelcoming: bodies wrapped until they nearly disappear, the wait out in the open, quick steps over ice. Winter doesn't stop the city, it just forces it to prove how badly it wants to stay on its feet. There's a kind of resistance in the simplest act, leaving the house, waiting for the bus, getting somewhere— when everything around you pushes you to stay still.