Meat, fur and festive bones
(Lou, Yukon, Winter Solstice) It’s dark now. We haven’t seen the sun for months but apparently it rises somewhere every day, just as usual. Sunrise is around 11.20am and sunset at 3.15pm (making a guess from data in towns to the south and north of us). Our world is softly lit. There is no shadow except that of the moon when she’s around. Wonderful for portrait photos if you are a middle aged lady with the occasional wrinkle, which of course I’m not. Not a wrinkle or a grey hair in sight We get up early, and by the time grey begins to seep into the sky we are often ready for a snooze, but we grab each hour of daylight with mitted hands. It must be utilised and, most importantly, witnessed. Then we are in bed very early. 10pm, still bang at it on the Kindles, is very rock’n’roll for us. Darkness is a luxury. You don’t have it in the city. Electric light blasts you through winter at the same pace as summer. A kerosene lantern glows in each corner of our cabin. Th...