Great Slave Lake Yields to Spring

At 60 degrees latitude, I am very far north here, but spring has now definitely arrived.

The icing is disappearing from this cake.

The sky is clear and so is the lake, achingly pristine …

Like MacArthur Park, it’s melting in the dark.

… very different from the frozen majesty of two months ago.

Beautiful … and burrrrr.

I am learning to appreciate the call of this northern land.