I affectionately refer to winter in Iceland as “The Dark Times” but winter also provides one of the most beautiful displays of scenery during the few hours of daylight the season has to offer. Each day since my arrival and up until the winter solstice, the light has diminished so discretely, that you barely know it is happening. Perhaps it is the scenery that shifts your attention but suddenly, I found myself without having seen the sun for a 16 day stretch at one point. This is because I live at Hólar University College in the Hjaltadalur valley. The valley is surrounded by beautiful mountains in three directions that block the sun for weeks at a time. My commute to work is 30 kilometers to the town of Saudákrokúr where I spend my days conducting research, but this is also where I get my glimpse of the sun that remains low on the horizon through most of winter. On the shortest day of the year, the sun rose at 11:39 a.m. and set at 2:42 p.m. There are a couple of benefits to this: sunrises and sunsets are prolonged, leaving beautiful colors that continuously change—so much so, that you can spend an hour trying to collect the palette of colors on film (I know this from personal experience). It is also an opportunity to see the northern lights—that is if you are willing to brave the frigid temperatures in darkness. I can say that once you are inside a warm and toasty abode, it is difficult to enter the -1 to -18 Celsius night air and of course, you must factor in the wind. For these reasons, I present this week’s story dedicated to winter, through pictures.