Sylvia Grinnell Park, Nunavut
Golden hour touches the Sylvia Grinnell River as winter begins its slow descent. The water, still partially free, glimmers beneath a sky of fire and frost— a fleeting moment before the river yields to its icy cocoon, locked beneath meters of frozen silence for seven long months.
This image is a meditation on transition: between seasons, between movement and stillness, between the wild pulse of water and the quiet dominion of snow.
Sylvia Grinnell Park, Nunavut
Golden hour touches the Sylvia Grinnell River as winter begins its slow descent. The water, still partially free, glimmers beneath a sky of fire and frost— a fleeting moment before the river yields to its icy cocoon, locked beneath meters of frozen silence for seven long months.
This image is a meditation on transition: between seasons, between movement and stillness, between the wild pulse of water and the quiet dominion of snow.