I’m a winter girl to my core so this time of year has always been difficult for me. I love the cold, pray for snow and count the days until I can return to my hibernation. The inundation of Alaska’s harsh light and the collective growing anticipation in Anchorage overwhelms my senses. Where others feel energized, I feel lethargic and where others boast about our return of light, I retreat.
This time of year is always an adjustment in a technical sense too, relearning when and how light moves through the city. I make mental notes about the color of light versus time of day, and study how the light travels the corners of my home and sides of buildings. There are always a few weeks between these seasons when I frequently overexpose my images, forgetting how much light we’ve gained.
Kicking myself for choosing “revival” as March’s theme when I felt anything but revived, I drove around Anchorage repeating the word in my head…