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Autumn pictures
At this time of year, Fairbanks truly lives up to its official nickname, the "Golden Heart City".
Birches on the bluff above the creek.
More birches beside the gravel pit.
With the early-evening sun behind them, these trees seem to glow with their own light.
The hill across the valley and the stream where the dogs like to chase ducks. This picture was taken from the lower part of the driveway.
Looking down from the yard at the footbridge across our creek.
One thing I never noticed until living somewhere else for a few years is how golden Alaska is. Obviously, at this time of year EVERYTHING is gold, but even in midsummer, it seemed that many of my photos had a golden hue to them. Husband points out that this is at least partly because the vegetation "down south" is much more verdant; everything up here is on the very verge of dying all the time. Spoilsport. ;) At least partly, though, it seems to be a quality of the very low angle of the light at high latitudes -- a perpetual sunrise effect.
Birches on the bluff above the creek.
More birches beside the gravel pit.
With the early-evening sun behind them, these trees seem to glow with their own light.
The hill across the valley and the stream where the dogs like to chase ducks. This picture was taken from the lower part of the driveway.
Looking down from the yard at the footbridge across our creek.
One thing I never noticed until living somewhere else for a few years is how golden Alaska is. Obviously, at this time of year EVERYTHING is gold, but even in midsummer, it seemed that many of my photos had a golden hue to them. Husband points out that this is at least partly because the vegetation "down south" is much more verdant; everything up here is on the very verge of dying all the time. Spoilsport. ;) At least partly, though, it seems to be a quality of the very low angle of the light at high latitudes -- a perpetual sunrise effect.