sunlight and shadows

last week was filled with a series of random things, a kind of "what have I missed that I can cram in now" kind of week, alongside helping our daughter to move house

a morning spent at the museum which has trebled in size since we lived here

this photograph of Dead Horse Gulch was part of an exhibit new to me, where thousands of horses on the Chilkoot Trail died,  the faint line of the later train tracks along the left-hand side mid photo

my brother was in a small plane that crashed into the mountain on the right-hand side in 1972 when he was 14 - he was the lucky one, two died, the fourth severely injured, lives forever changed

looking at this brought all those memories flooding back - the accident was an earthquake in a small town like Whitehorse, especially as three of the four passengers were children

it's not an image, nor a place to inspire my work directly though serves as a stark reminder that this is not an easy land

another quick walk by the river, a close-up of the dock pilings, the oily-dark river flowing silently by

I love that the current is so fast, the undertow exceptionally strong  and yet it's deadly quiet... a river of respect

a rusted part of the inner workings of a long-lost paddlewheeler still on the shore, sunlight and shadows

sunlight and shadows... like a metaphor for the harshness yet beauty found here

a country fence, everything touched with the heavy hand of frost

the next day,  fresh snow

it's been snowing and blowing the past few days, more typical than the weather we had when I first arrived, and the fullness of winter's darkness has settled over the landscape

call me crazy but I love it

and today I go home