Mid-day in Yellowknife

Shot taken in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories, Canada. In the Arctic, for several weeks during the winter months, the sun never actually rises but only appears just beneath the horizon. The daylight consists of these sunrises/sunsets where the clouds are lit up from below for about two to four hours. It’s the only brightness you get so it’s a riveting spectacle.

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Change of seasons…with freezer

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Late summer on the tundra and the view from one of my cook shacks.

Arctic whiteouts

For a bunch of years I was a camp cook in extremely remote locations. When the discovery of diamonds in the Arctic prompted a modern-day gold rush I decided to go. In one camp operated by DeBeers, employees were required to sign confidentiality waivers. This camp was the furthest north I got, which was a 20-minute helicopter ride to the Beaufort Sea.

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The tent shacks are erected in a straight line. In “winter”, a thick rope must be slung between them, otherwise one can easily get lost, the storms can be that extreme. When there’s a whiteout, you exit one shack, grab the rope, and feel your way to the next tent shack.

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Arctic Club Med

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It’s always twilight in February.

fall in the Arctic

fall in the Arctic

the Arctic

the Arctic

Reindeer Moss on Granite  by Margaret Atwood

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This is a tiny language,

smaller than Gallic;

when you have your boots on

you scarcely see it.

A dry scorched dialect

with many words for holding on,

and with grey branches

like an old tree’s, brittle and leafless.

In the rain they go leathery,

then sly, like rubber.

They send up their little mouths

on stems, red-lipped and round,

each one pronouncing the same syllable,

o, o, o, like the dumbfounded

eyes of minnows.

Thousands of spores, of rumours

infiltrating the fissures,

moving unnoticed into

the ponderous is of the boulder,

breaking down rock.

Arctic sunset

Arctic sunset