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Besides a cozy bar, one also appreciates a good winter storm and the silent aftermath of deep snow and solitude. When Joseph O. Holmes walks deep into Brooklyn's Prospect Park on the first snowfall each year, he finds himself transported to the winter meadows and hills of his childhood and to the hikes and backpacking trips around the tiny Pennsylvania factory town where he grew up. At first glance, many of the snowy spaces in “The Urban Wilderness” might be mistaken for those rural scenes: stark white meadows rimmed by low hills and bare trees. But upon closer inspection, street lamps come into focus, hints of park benches appear and backpackers are revealed to be dog walkers. The wilderness and the urban details are an incongruous mix: the juxtaposition of pristine emptiness with hints of the immense human presence lurking just outside the frame. Luckily for Joseph, New York City has been buried in snow for the last few winters and he brings this glory to San Francisco this holiday season.