Tommy and I went out across the Tundra again. Night never really came.
In Iqaluit no one ever seems to know what time it is. The digital clock radio in my room shows whatever time it feels appropriate. 10 mintutes ago is was 3:30am. Now it reads 9:38pm. Normally this would be terribly destabilizing, but here it makes a kind of sense. The glow from the sun circled the horizon so now there's no direction either.
Tommy wanted to paint the landscape with the light from his snowmobile so I've included two of his images of what may be the world's first examples of Ski-doo art...along with a portrait of the artist with his dog, Kimmiq. Lastly is an image outside my door when I got back at 2:30am. The sun was rising in the North.