I love living in Alaska. It's sights like this that sustain me, even during the long dark winters.
The stark contrast between snow and spruce and the gentle contrast between earth and sky play havoc with your perception. Things take on a ghostly, spectral appearance, as if you were in Tir-na-nog, or Alfheim.
At night, the contrast becomes even more pronounced and the snow reflects the city lights reflected off the cloud cover. At midnight on a dark night on the edge of town, everything takes on a violet tinge. The horizon takes on a razor sharpness and the line between the heavens and the earth become as night and day.
While the green of summer and the gold of autumn are beautiful to behold, it's the white and black of winter that makes the minute amount of color present shine like jewels against velvet.
Either black or white.