Driving north to Alaska, the days get longer and longer. Translation: it gets harder and harder to sleep. I spent the last night before Alaska in Beaver Creek, YT. I didn’t sleep well that night because it never got very dark. So the next morning, I got an early start. The light was soft and golden. Ground fog hung over the valleys, rivers and lakes. Shortly after going through customs at the U.S. border, the fog lifted enough to reveal a pristine landscape bathed in morning mist. As I drove by this lake, I recognized the photographic potential, but there was no place to pull over. I wound up parking farther up the road and hiking back with my Nikon D5. After I took the shot, I meditated for several minutes, basking in the glow of the Creator.
