The magic of Christmas in Finland. Freezing temperatures, northern lights and special memories being made. The docile edge of Jyrävänjärvi lake was freezing from the edges inwards, each day a little less flowing water and a little more ice. The photograph was taken at dusk, about 2pm in this part of the world. Hand held with as short an exposure time as I could get away with. Balanced on the edge of the bank (I think) the ice began to sing as it adjusted to my weight. Not wanting to hang around and watching the battery life on my camera diminish before my eyes it was a couple of exposures and then time to trek back through the snow to the warmth of our little hut. The lake is large but this quiet corner is the last tranquility before the lake flows into the raging river past Myllykoski in boiling winter rapids.
The lake is ideal for winter skiing, the summer islands becoming a focus of tress heavy with snow in the winter months. During the arctic winter the sun barely makes it over the horizon making the sky glow in every shade of orange. A day of golden light dancing over the tree tops and snow.