This is my "time travel" shot...vintage train station with futuristic transportation.
I was hoping to photograph the aurora borealis but it turns out it is a lot like whale watching...you pay your money and take your chances. They come in cycles, and this was a low period. This is what I saw...the moon.
We dressed in rented outfits, rode out to the woods, and had the choice of sitting in an over-heated tent cabin (sometimes filled with too many people)...
sit around a campfire...
or stand in the snow waiting for the show, which never appeared. The second night I got bored and decided to play with making ghost pictures.
I had done this with film, 30 years ago and was curious if I could do it with a digital capture. Basically, you put your camera on a tripod, make a timed exposure in a dark place and then have a person walk through the scene, with a small amount of light hitting them. There are two heads but one body.
Even without the Northern Lights, there were picture-postcard images everywhere.
TW with the S.S.Klondike, one of the largest sternwheelers that used to frequent the area.
The MacBride Museum.
Skyscraper Trading Post.
Yukon Wildlife Preserve.
TW didn't mind playing with dead animal parts...
...and neither did Kate.
I was getting into the shapes and textures.
While everyone else took a dip in a large outdoor swimming pool called the Takhini Hotsprings, I went looking for more nature shots.
TW gets too friendly with the moose head in the hotel lobby.
The only R.C.M.P. we saw.
We loved the Frostbite Music Festival so much that we skipped the third night of sky gazing to listen to more live music. I wouldn't let Tinky Winky hang out with any of the musicians after what happen last summer when she ran off with a flat picking banjo strumming bluegrass player (see May 17, 2009) and was gone for over three months. But I did let him visit with this saloon hall lady.
Saturday night turned colder and when we went walking between music venues (held in different buildings) I inhaled some very cold air and instantly remembered why I never regretted leaving Minnesota. The next morning I saw this meter which was just what my lungs felt like the night before.
But with the cold also comes beauty.
The Last Leaf.
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