A light frosting

I woke up yesterday morning and the world was frosted white. White snow, white trees, white clouds. Later in the day the clouds broke up into regimented sections and marched across the sky, leaving behind a brilliant blue. When I left my house for my afternoon walk with Oscar, I left my camera behind, because really, how many times can you photograph the same thing? Of course, once we were out there I realized my iPhone was not going to cut the mustard so I bribed my snowsuit-clad three-year-old to return to the house with promises of hot chocolate and marshmallows so I could fetch my camera. And I'm glad I did.

It's a new day in Whitehorse

I threw on my coat to take Maggie for a walk this morning and this is what I saw...

An impressive sunrise colours our backyard. Photo by Christa Galloway.

An impressive sunrise colours our backyard. Photo by Christa Galloway.

Needless to say, I encouraged Maggie to do her business quickly and popped inside to grab my camera. My camera was loaded up with a memory card and battery, perched on a tripod. That's just where I keep it now. I've given up putting it away because an hour later I'm getting it out again.

People complain about the lack of daylight during the winter here, but for a photographer it's not all bad. We love low light. At this time of year the "golden hour" last all day. Even at noon the sun is so low you can get some impressive images. Mid-summer might be a different story.