When the sun decides to leave you at sea-level, you have to work harder to find it - here is a photo-interval 'diary' of my journey up to Caravarri, to search for the sun ONE MORE TIME before the dark period started. It was a very early start from home (I think I had to wake up 4 a.m. to be able to be out the door in good time to be on my skis by 7 a.m.). I had Taiga the husky, on loan from a friend, to accompany me. Photos here are mostly at 30 minute intervals, but I snuck in a few extras also!
It was a truly memorable, beautiful trip - nothing like the sun's rays on ones face when you won't be seeing it again for a further 2 months.
My timing was remarkably accurate...
Due South and do you see the small red glow in the clouds there? :)
The sky to the North growing pinker and pinker...
It was one of those summit-days when you can hear a pin drop...
Lucky Taiga, sharing the sun with me. I think she was content :)
Can you see that? THAT is my shadow. No sun means no shadows. Therefore the sun departing is also a celebration of shadows and colour. It really is all a bit 'pagan', to celebrate the sun's departure but I think it is a really nice focus to have. Losing the light becomes all about having the light for a few precious more minutes. I think people really SEE the sun at such a time!
A lovely cold mist started to envelope the valley just as I was returning to tree-line
(glad it didn't happen earlier in the day! ;))