if you’ll excuse my constant return to the north-north (further north than Dawson City) as a subject of conversation, here’s another ice image from Tuktoyaktuk … I’m still dream-thinking about the wonders we saw in December there.
this ghost head must have come from the north pole, as there are no topographies in place to prevent drift between that magnetic location and a perch near the windswept Tuktoyaktuk airport –
as the sun nudged light below the horizon, the ghost took on a soft glow and let its tentacles ripple in the wind. that is all –
meg walker 