A photo essay for Dave Brosha’s workshop group on Facebook
You are always aware of the cold in the north. You can never take it for granted. I came out without putting on my gloves and went to reach for the metal stair rail, then thought better of it and quickly put on my gloves.
Your glasses seem to fog up a lot. The ice is ever present. Forgetting to step cautiously is at your own peril.
Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t just freezing temperatures up here. The days are shorter, but not appreciably less than Central Alberta at this time of year.
The sun doesn’t rise very high above the horizon but this gives more time with interesting light and longer shadows, which in turn gives more definition.
Blue Hour seems to last a long time, and if pastels are your favorite, boy, are you in for a big treat.
The blues and pinks have dominated for me running from shades of off white to the deepest richest Royal Blue or brilliant Fuchsia.
Perhaps it is different in other times of the year but the warm colors stick close to the sun. The cool tones suit what I have been seeing.
Clouds fly across the sky, changing each day.
The nights put on a display unequalled anywhere.
The cusp of the day is where I find my joy in photography.
In the best light…