These were taken from a flight making its way to London from Calgary… We were along the edge of Hudson Bay – north of Churchill and at about the same latitude as Yellowknife – when the sun started to rise and I took these pictures:
Any time I fly over the Arctic regions, I am left with a deep sense of longing. I yearn to be down there exploring one of our planet’s last frontiers. I want to be out experiencing that stark, rugged environment:
The powerful words of Rudyard Kipling’s The Explorer spring to mind when I take in such scenes…
“Something lost behind the Ranges.
Lost and waiting for you. Go!”
One of the last real wilderness areas on our planet:
Those times when I gaze down with longing and melancholy onto the Arctic frontier, someone on the ground is probably gazing up at me slipping through the sky in my aluminum cylinder with the same sense of longing.