While I don't intend to continue attention whoring myself indefinetely, photographs from an outing a couple days ago seem particularly in tune with the "spirit of metal" so to speak.
The Sun No Longer Rises
Over the course of a day, I traveled alone up a trailless valley, using a wide gravel riverbed to avoid the tangled undergrowth on either side. The valley sits, deeply carved by an ancient glacier, on the north side of a major mountain massif, and recieves little to no sun during the winter. The third photograph above was taken at mid day. From that point, I continued up the valley toward where it dead ends in a great cirque where glaciers still claw at the cliffs, unhindered by sunlight even in summer. At the point where I turned around (last two pictures), the temperature was dropping rapidly and the hoar frost crystals were two inches long. The river itself was beginning to freeze and bury itself in its own ice. I got out with little time to spare, as a winter storm came in yesterday, as a winter storm came through and buried the valley in 3 feet of snow.