There is something indescribably beautiful about an icy cold day in the High Arctic, as the dark season rushes to its end. It is -34C, and mostly calm. Snow crunches and squeaks below your feet, ice fog lightly blurs the horizon. Ravens soar in the noon brightness, looking for food and mischief, finding both.
Without the wind -34 is more than bearable, it is exhilarating. Dogs yelp and bark, amidst the roar of lone snowmachines. The horizon is a light show that slides from orange to pink to a blue so delicate that flax dreams of the colour.
Above it all hangs a crescent moon, rimed with a glow in the cold sky. As a lone Raven flies across the face of it, I give up and return for my camera, all the while knowing how powerless it will be in my hands to convey the cold beauty laid out before me.
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Beautiful pictures!
Amazingly beautiful!
Just gorgeous.
I’ll add to what everyone else said: ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!
SWEEEEEEEETTTTTTT!!!!!!
Beautiful – the words and the photographs.
Thank you Natalie, Liza, Jessamyn, Melodie, Dave and bev.
The color is so great in these. Nice job!
Thank you Morena.
These shots are amazing. Makes me want to travel North.
Looks so beautiful… well done