Day 17 11th December
Wake time 1900 Sceduled bed time 1340
The way that artificial light here changes the landscape is sometimes beautiful. I realise and embrace the fact that I love and need light. We aren't very good at seeing in the dark so we dot our habitats with visual prosthesis, monuments to both our animal inadequacies and ingenuity. On my 17th (subjective) day I took a walk along the highway and photographed light ensembles that I enjoyed. I walked up until the street lamps ended and stared into the darkness as it engulfed the lousy blue halo of my headlamp.
Other temporary man-made sources of light have begun appearing as the darkness settles in. First were the traditional pyramidal 'candle' lamps which appeared in all the station windows while I slept, second were these dramatic flaming logs in the snow on the roadside.
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