The wintertime sun doesn't get very high in the sky in the Alaskan north; it lingers low on the horizon and goes around in a circle before sliding back down. Sometimes I couldn't tell whether it was rising or setting. During those hours when it's lingering on the horizon, the low angle makes for dramatic light.
The sun casts a rosy glow on an all-white world. It almost looked like someone took a black-and-white photograph, and colorized only the mountain.