Home from Kuujjuaq. If you haven’t already seen my previous post about my last visit, see it here to give you some context.
Even though it felt like springtime for their standards pretty much the entire time I was there, it was still a beautiful snowy landscape.
The air was crisp and dry. The cold doesn’t feel as bone-chilling as it does here down South, but the wind can be bitter and harsh.
Your breath always freezes on the edge of your coat, hood or, in this case… moustache.
The dog teams thrive in the cold, including their little puppies with their brand new coats of soft fur.
Trips out onto the land usually involve a cup of tea, and some added warmth by the fire.
The blueish snowy landscape quickly warms up with the golden sunset late in the day. Nothing beats this beautiful directional light that makes the whole town feel somehow, cozy.