The black silhouettes of trees, shifting sea ice, and a desolate tundra dominated by distant mountains were my first introduction to the unforgiving state of Alaska as my flight descended into Anchorage. The start of a week in the distant, icy north, which would come to involve countless miles of ice-covered rural roads, chest deep snow ready to take advantage of every misstep, and frozen rivers carving the alien landscape. Negative temperatures and freezing rain bit at exposed skin, and the distinction between land and oceanic ice flow was imperceptible at times. Glacial fjords and glimmering waterfalls dotted the landscape. Beneath the thick layer of snow and ice, a radiant community that reminded me of a home two thousand miles away. Photographs shot on Fuji Color 400, Ilford Pan F 50, and Lomo Tiger 110mm.