A four hundred year tradition, my second visit. February of 2018 was an especially magical year in Jokkmokk. There were the expected events- reindeer race, dog sledding on a frozen lake, handicrafts for sale, Sámi rock bands in the lavvu. But there were some new happenings, fire dancers, drum performance, and a palpable sense of magic.
Strange things happen at sixty-nine degrees north in February. The sun becomes a star, the frozen air crystallizes before your eyes, the trees become sparse. These photos capture nature and life at the top of the world.
Scotland and Isles
Scotland, Outer Hebrides, Orkney; broken bits of the European continent, afloat in time and space. Prehistoric stone circles and apprehensive air, waiting for eras to pass.
A fine resting place
Sápmi, Early Spring
There are signs of winter’s end everywhere: extended daylight, snow that crunches, pregnant reindeer. But it is still below freezing. Perhaps a reminder of the state of the world…
Snow Castle in Kemi
The Polar Circle has become my drug of choice. It is where I remember what being alive feels like. Winter is a contemplative season with very few daylight hours, long shadows and extended twilight, and if you’re lucky, the aurora borealis. The cold never bothered me anyway.