On weekends when I didn't make plans or had a spare morning, I enjoyed driving to Carcross to look for photos. Most of the time, I would pair it with a hike or other activity, but I also tried to walk through the town afterwards. There is a touristy area right as you enter, which is quaint. However, the character of the homes and buildings truly felt like the stereotypical northern town you imagine. Each time I meandered through the streets, I would find a scene or modern artifact that I was compelling to frame. On this particular day, I was fortunate to notice a few unassuming trees. I climbed up one of the sandy dunes to the subjects that starkly stood against the clear Spring sky.