These are some shots from our last day out at Mashuyuk. The wind was howling and though the air was neither damp nor cold, exposed skin was quickly made numb by it as it snatched whatever warmth there was. The sun was behind heavy clouds that we could see were releasing snow or sleet around where we were, but not on us. Even on such a day as this, it was hard not to enjoy the surroundings.

The day before, the owners of a cabin behind us on the point had been out fishing. In the morning when we woke up, they were gone, but they had left their fish (lake trout) out to dry. The plastic bags at the ends of the rack were, I guess, to act as scarecrows.

Not in the frame was a bucket that seemed to be filled with perfectly good fish, yet just left aside. Though everyone always hails aboriginal North Americans as being stewards of the land who waste nothing, I think nowadays, with the influence of the disposable consumer cultures of the south, it's not uncommon to find people within that circle who no longer follow the old ways and are more likely to waste.

Below is an example of a modern, homemade snow-sledge which the people tow their gear behind their snowmobiles in. The runners and struts are made of lumber, while the box is usually built out of plywood and lined with a caribou or some other kind of hide. On the bottom of the runners strips of steel are fixed to help it glide more easily.

This is looking north-east from the top of the plateau on Holman Island. The cabin is on the very thin point in the middle of the channel about a thrid into the frame from the left.

Looking south towards the mainland and across the Arctic Ocean you can see a rain/snow shower happening out over the fragments of the sea ice that float in the calm waters.

If I was an old arm chair, I think it would be nice to come out here to disintegrate too.