There is a quality to the light up here, unrivaled except by the rarest locales. I am frequently struck speechless by scenes that, at first blush, I've seen countless times before. The rapidly changing daylight, the shifting snow, the ice and the rock all combine in ways that continue to startle me, almost ten years after I first saw them.
This time of year, the rising sun shines low and straight down Adam's Sound, illuminating it like some pre-Cambrinian Stonehenge announcing the approaching Equinox. Meanwhile Arctic Bay is still in the shadow. As I saw it this morning, while taking Travis to school I wanted to rush home for the camera, but alas, events conspired against me and I returned to late, the effect already sharply reduced by the Sun's steady climb above King George. Leaving me with but a shadow of the photo it could have been, but still breathless from having witnessed it.