IMPERMANENCE

  • You call me solitary.

    I never understood why.

    I walk alone, yes.
    But I have never been alone.

    The ice moves beneath me.
    The wind carries stories I have known since birth.
    The ocean breathes below my feet.
    Everything I need to understand is here.

    I do not ask the iceberg to remain an iceberg.

    I watch it break.
    I watch it drift.
    I watch the shape I knew become something else.

    And I keep walking.

    You seem to suffer differently.

    You hold tightly to what is leaving.
    To places.
    To one another.
    To who you were yesterday.
    You ask the world to stay the same so you will not have to lose it.

    But nothing here stays.

    Not the ice.
    Not the seasons.
    Not even the path beneath my feet.

    Perhaps you look at me and see loneliness because I move through this world without needing to possess it.

    I belong to the ice without owning it.
    I belong to the ocean without asking it to stay.
    I belong to this place knowing it will always change.

    And when I look at you, standing there watching me, I wonder if somewhere inside you, you remember this too.

    That belonging was never about holding on.

    It was about knowing you were part of something, even as it changed.

    I never forgot where I belong.

    Maybe you did.

    GREENLAND, AUGUST, 2026

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IMPERMANENCE

  • Outside my window, icebergs are drifting past, some enormous, sculptural, almost impossible to comprehend. They look permanent. Ancient. As if they have always been here and always will be.

    And yet, they are disappearing as I write this.

    Perhaps there is no greater symbol of impermanence than an iceberg.

    It can take thousands of years to become what it is, only to break away, drift into the sea, change shape, melt, and eventually become water again.

    Being here has made me think about how much of our lives we spend trying to hold on.

    To places. To people. To moments. To who we once were. Even to the idea that there will always be more time.

    But Greenland offers a very different lesson: nothing has to remain unchanged in order to have mattered.

    GREENLAND, AUGUST, 2026

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A DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE

  • Walk behind me.
    Not because I know the way,
    but because every step I take
    is a question asked of the ice.

    The wind will become your compass.
    Hunger will become your teacher.
    Silence will become your oldest friend.

    Do not fear the vastness.
    We were never meant to fill it.
    We were meant to listen to it.

    One day you will stand
    where I stand now,
    impossibly small
    beneath a world far greater than yourself.

    And you will understand
    that I was never showing you
    where to go.
    I was teaching you
    how to belong.

    BAFFIN ISLAND, APRIL, 2026

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NANUK II

  • We still fit beneath her.

    The world has not asked us
    to be brave yet.

    We know nothing
    of hunger,
    of distance,
    of the silence that follows
    when ice no longer returns.

    We only know
    the slow rise of her breath,
    the fortress of her arms,
    the language of warmth.

    One day
    these paws will carry us away
    from this small circle of safety.

    But not today.

    Today,
    we believe
    the world is as gentle
    as the heartbeat
    that surrounds us.

    And if there is a prayer
    we are already whispering
    without words,

    it is this—

    let us remember this feeling
    when the ice becomes larger than our courage,
    and we must learn
    to carry her love
    where she no longer can.

    Arviat, Canada, 2018

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UNTIL I AM WATER

  • Here in Greenland, surrounded by ice that looks eternal and yet is always moving, breaking, disappearing and becoming something else, I find myself thinking about impermanence.

    How easily we believe there will be more time. Another conversation, another song, another chance to say what mattered. And then life reminds us that nothing was ever ours to keep.

    Maybe that is why beauty can hurt so much. The ice, the light, the people we love—all of it passing through our hands, asking only that we pay attention while it is here.

    GREENLAND, AUGUST, 2026

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BEHIND GLASS

  • Arviat, Canada – 2025

    You come looking for freedom,
    believing I am the one
    who lives without walls.

    But I have watched you.

    I have seen the glass
    you build around your lives—
    warm,
    safe,
    predictable.

    You call it comfort.

    I wonder
    when you forgot
    that comfort
    is not the same as freedom.

    Out here,
    nothing is promised.

    Not the ice.
    Not tomorrow.
    Not even another meal.

    Yet every breath I take
    belongs entirely to me.

    Perhaps that is why
    you keep returning.

    Not to see a bear—

    but to remember
    the part of yourselves
    that still belongs
    to the wild.

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MOTHER’S PASSAGE

  • Baffin Island, 2026

    I want to stop.

    The snow holds
    a thousand new stories,
    and my paws
    are still too small
    for the world she crosses
    without looking back.

    But she keeps moving.

    She knows
    what I do not.

    She knows
    that curiosity
    can cost a life.

    Here,
    the wind carries
    more than the scent of seals.

    It carries people.

    So I learn
    that strength
    is not always standing still.

    Sometimes,
    it is leaving.

    Sometimes,
    love
    is the mother
    who never turns around—

    because she trusts
    I will keep following.

    And I do.

    One small step behind her,

    already learning
    that in this place,

    the bears who survive
    are the ones
    who know
    when not to be seen.

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WAITING FOR THE ICE (PART II)

  • Arviat, Canada – 2025t

    The ice has not come, and the sea lies open and still.
    My cubs follow, small paws tracing the cracks in the stone.
    They do not yet know hunger the way I do —
    how it settles deep, where milk once was.
    I lead them toward the wind, toward the memory of ice.
    Every step, I listen for its return.
    Until then, I keep moving —
    because they are watching.

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PALE MOON

  • Baffin Island, Arctic Circle – 2025

    Photographed at one of the highest points I’ve ever reached in Baffin Island, near the edge of the North Pole, Pale Mooncaptures a lone female polar bear moving through a vast expanse of silence and snow. This is my favorite place to photograph them — where the light feels weightless, the air holds its breath, and the world exists between shadow and dream.

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WAITING FOR THE ICE

  • ARVIAT, Canada – 2025

    The ice is late, and the sea no longer feeds me.
    I move across the stone, each step heavier than the last.
    The wind carries your scent before I see you —
    soft, uncertain, human.
    You come closer.
    I do not move.
    I have learned stillness; it keeps me alive.
    In your eyes I see reflection, not fear.
    For a moment, we are both waiting for the same thing —
    the return of what has been lost.

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BEFORE I DESAPPEAR

  • I took thousands of years
    to become this shape.

    And only a moment
    to begin letting it go.

    Do not mistake my leaving
    for my ending.

    I will become water,
    then mist,
    then perhaps ice again.

    Nothing here was ever meant to stay.

    Not even me.

    So look at me while I am here.

    Not because I will disappear,
    but because I was here at all.

    Greenland, August, 2026

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NANUK

  • Do not mistake my quiet
    for the absence of strength.

    These paws have carried me
    across a lifetime of ice.
    These claws have held me
    where few lives can endure.

    Yet today,
    I choose softness.

    I let the wind carry your scent.
    I let the silence carry your presence.
    I let you walk close enough
    to see that even something this powerful
    can move gently.

    Some distances
    are not crossed by courage.

    They are crossed
    by trust.

    Arviat, Canada, 2018

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HOLDING ON

  • I follow the memory of ice.

    The old paths grow shorter each season, the distance between hunger and hope a little longer. I do not know why the world is changing. I only know that I must change with it.

    Today, I found you instead of a seal.

    I climbed onto a rock to taste the wind, carrying your scent where my frozen world once spoke only of snow and salt. You watched me. I watched you.

    Then I slipped back into the water, searching again.

    I am young. I am learning. I am holding on.

    Svalbard, May 2026

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EVERMORE

  • Evermore

    Baffin Island 2023

    I crossed the frozen quiet with hunger deep in my ribs, driven by the pull of a female somewhere beyond the wind. Instinct led my steps the ancient rhythm of a life ruled by winter and need. Then I saw you.

    Small against the vast white, a fragile shape in a land that shows no mercy.

    You did not belong here, and I knew it instantly. So I lifted my voice a raw warning torn from my chest, not of rage, but of truth.

    Go. Leave now. It was the only kindness a creature like me could give.

    Still you stood there as I came closer through the storm-white silence a being carved from winter, a reminder that here, survival speaks louder than fear. And in that moment, I was the wild before you, untamed, unbroken, evermore.

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NO MAN’S LAND

  • Svalbard | 2023

     

    I was here before names.

    Before ships cut the water.

    Before eyes learned to search the horizon.

    Ice carved me slowly, patient as centuries.

    Storms shaped my spine, clouds made a home of my peak.

    No footsteps remain on me for long.

    No claim lasts. I do not belong to anyone—

    and no one belongs here.

    I watch bears pass like brief thoughts,

    humans like passing weather.

    You look up and call me No Man’s Land,

    but land does not need permission to exist.

    I stand between sea and sky,

    holding the cold,

    holding the silence,

    long after you turn back.

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PIET

  • Some lives are meant to remain beyond your reach. I belong to a world

    that was never yours, yet somehow, for a brief moment, our paths crossed.

    I watched you from the silence, measuring the distance that keeps us both

    alive.

    You stood still. You asked for nothing.

    You understood that wonder does not ask to be possessed.

    The wind carried your scent, the ice carried my steps,

    and for an instant, our worlds recognized one another.

    I did not look back to invite you closer. I did not look back to say goodbye.

    I looked back because even the wild remembers when it has been seen without

    being claimed.

    Some encounters are too rare to belong to either of us.

    They exist only to remind us that it is possible to love what we were never

    meant to hold. And sometimes,

    that is enough to change a life forever.

    SVALBARD, MAY 2026

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HOPE

  • You wonder
    how I keep going.

    I do not.

    I simply place
    one paw
    in front of the other.

    Hope is not something I carry.

    It is something
    you find
    when you watch me
    refuse to stop.

    SVALBARD, APRIL 2022

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HOPE III

  • For hours, I searched the restless water,
    following the edge between hunger and hope.

    The ice no longer waits where it once did,
    so neither can I.

    I have learned to hunt what the sea now offers,
    to read a changing world
    that was never meant to change this quickly.

    Then I noticed you.

    You drifted quietly,
    watching more than searching.

    I came closer,
    close enough that your eyes
    could no longer fit me into a single frame.

    For a brief moment,
    we were both unprepared.

    You reached for another camera.

    I simply kept swimming.

    SVALBARD,, APRIL 2022

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THIS GIFT

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THE LONELY WANDERER

  • I see it in your eyes.

    You are trying to understand
    how I belong
    to a place
    that seems determined
    to forget life.

    You look at the wind,
    the endless ice,
    the silence that stretches
    farther than memory,

    and you cannot imagine
    how a heart continues to beat here.

    The truth is,

    I do not survive
    because this world is easy.

    I survive
    because it is mine.

    You call it lonely.

    I have never known
    another home.

    If you find hope in me,
    do not find it
    in my strength.

    Find it
    in the quiet decision
    to keep placing
    one paw
    in front of the other,
    even when the world
    beneath them
    keeps changing.

    SVALBARD, MAY , 2021

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DOG’S KEEPER

  • Dog's Keeper

    Churchill, Manitoba, Canada , 2018

    I am one of the last who stayed close to the dogs at Mile 5, drawn by a bond few could imagine, yet one that became my winter truth.

    Long before you found me resting in the quiet light, I walked the edges of Churchill alongside the presence of the man you knew as Brian Ladoon-the keeper of the Canadian Eskimo dogs, the human who believed that respect, not fear, could shape the space between our worlds.

    He never fed us, never lured us closer. He simply allowed us to exist-bears and dogs— each honoring the unwritten code of the tundra.

    In that fragile balance, I learned the shape of coexistence, where I could curl into the snow near his dogs with calm in my breath instead of hunger. When you saw me that day, I was resting just beyond their paws, a quiet testament to a rare peace forged through patience and understanding. You could hardly believe what your eyes held — a polar bear lying beside the descendants of ancient sled dogs, bound not by force, but by a trust born over countless northern moons.

    Now he is gone, and I am one of the last echoes of the world he tended-a living reminder that even here, in the starkness of the Arctic, connection can survive against all odds. Through your lens, you carry the story of the keeper of the dogs—and through me, his legacy endures in the stillness of the snow.

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78 N

  • You see
    an empty horizon.

    You wonder
    what I am searching for.

    Whether I have wandered
    too far.

    Whether I am alone.

    But you measure this world
    with your own longing.

    I do not.

    The wind is enough
    to tell me where I am.

    The scent of the ice,
    the weight of the snow,
    the silence—

    they are all directions.

    I am not lost.

    I am simply
    where no one else
    has learned
    how to belong.

    SVALBARD, 2021

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NANUK III

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GO WITH HAPPINESS

  • I walk across this white world, one quiet step at a time.
    The snow remembers my paws, but the wind carries my worries away.
    Ahead of me is only horizon—soft, open, endless.

    I do not rush. I do not fear.
    The Earth holds me, the cold air lifts me, and the light guides my path.
    In this moment, I carry nothing but myself… and that is enough.

    I move forward with trust, with calm,
    with the simple happiness of being alive in this great, beautiful place.
    May you walk your own path the same way—
    lightly, bravely, and with your heart open to the world.

    Baffin Island, 2022

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THIN ICE

  • I know the ice is thin.

    I feel it beneath each step,
    hear the quiet warning under my weight.

    You watch me move carefully,
    as if I am afraid.

    I am not afraid.

    I have learned to listen
    to what holds me
    and what is beginning to disappear.

    Perhaps you call this Thin Ice
    because you see how fragile my world has become.

    But from where I stand,
    I wonder if you know
    you are walking on it too.

    SVALBARD 2023

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SO LONG HONEY

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