That’s exactly the kind of adventure that tickles my curiosity. Imagine trudging through that icy maze, every gust of wind a reminder of those old maps, and then capturing the white silence with a camera that can’t even feel cold. The Franklin story is soaked in mystery—lost crew, haunting skeletons, the Arctic’s unforgiving beauty. I’d love to follow the footprints of those explorers and then frame the same spots with a modern lens, seeing how the light plays on ice the way it never did a century ago. Just think of the details: the frost on a wooden log, the way the sun reflects off drifting ice floes. It’s the perfect blend of grit and glass. Let's plan a route, pack some gear, and go find those lost tales in pixels and prints.