I went outside this morning, hoping to capture a photo that would catch the bitterly cold morning, and I turned to see the moon behind me, the sun rising ahead of me. The moon was about to be enveloped in some clouds, an I caught it just before it vanished, but I thought it did capture the  crisp clear arctic air that has gripped us for two days.

Tomorrow will be easier. There is a special beauty to intense cold, it is not easy to capture.