2019 brings encounters with the heavens, birds, ice, people, food & ransomware

 

Stars and northern lights

I am already in my bed in Cambridge Bay, Nunavut on Sept. 30, with a book, when my friend runs in and says “they’re out.” I know what she means and throw on my parka and kamiks and we head out down the road towards Mt. Pelly. We stop before the bridge and step out. Huge pulsating swaths of green light are moving across the sky, curling and reforming.

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The most amazing sight: the stars, like a blanket behind the green light. How would I feel if I could see that every night?

 

Birds

I spend some of my spring watching the ducks as they meet on the lake where I live in southern Quebec. There are so many kinds, some of which are already familiar to me from the North: loons, buffleheads, common and hooded mergansers, Canada geese.

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Sometimes the ducks form a line and race back and forth across the lake after the ice melts. The water is frothing behind them. I watch them for hours. They are just having fun. In my next life, I want to be a migratory duck.

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In the North, I watch the snow buntings and redpolls. This photo shows two birds at the feeder at the same time. That only happened once when both the birds were hungry.

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Ice

Moving from north to south I see the ice break up and freeze over and over again. In April I see the melting ice under a bright red sunset at the lake.

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Then, again on June 8, it’s about midnight when the melting ice in Frobisher Bay turns pink.

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In the autumn I watch ice form in Cambridge Bay producing frost flowers.

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Then, again, back by the lake, it’s freeze-up again. This time, the island looks like it’s ready for Christmas.

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Cabins

I go to Mt. Pelly near Cambridge Bay in September with a friend to her cabin. We’re lucky because it’s warm enough to walk around on the half-frozen land. Only later we learn about the big grizzly bear that’s out and about in the vicinity at the same time.

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When I’m not in the North, I spend a lot of my time off-grid in my island cabin.

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People

What keeps me going in 2019 are people.

Here I am at the Legion in Iqaluit on a tired Friday evening in April, at the left, with a group of my former co-workers. At that moment, we have no worries.

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Food

Sometimes a good meal can make everything go smoothly. One day in Iqaluit, in June when I am recovering from a bad cold, I get two portions of the best sushi I’ve ever tasted, of Arctic char and caribou, at the Nanook food truck in Iqaluit.

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A friend in Cambridge Bay makes us a flight of drinks one night.

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And how about the neighbour’s fish? Who needs a freezer in Cambridge Bay?

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Ransomware

I am finally planning on taking a weekend off when the Government of Nunavut is hit by ransomware on Saturday, Nov. 2. On that day, I am not even sure what that is, but, from then until the end of December, I go on to write maybe 20 stories for the Nunatsiaq News about its impact on the GN, on social assistance recipients and on the delivery of health care.191213_NNLayout_6 copy.jpg

Now…

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It’s been six years since I started this blog, and I’m sure many who end up here have no idea about a series about my experiences in the Arctic in the 1990s, which I wrapped up in the spring of 2013.

In Like an iceberg, I talk about an exorcism, brain surgery with a hand drill, robins in Iqaluit and a visit to the High Arctic’s fossil forest — as well as some big issues like censorship of the press, sexual abuse and violence.

There are also many photos you won’t see anywhere else…

So, here are all the links — and relive those times with me.

Like an iceberg: on being a journalist in the Arctic

Like an iceberg, 1991…cont.

Like an iceberg, 1991…more

Like an iceberg, 1992, “Shots in the dark” 

Like an iceberg, 1992, “Sad stories”

Like an iceberg, 1993, “Learning the language of the snows”

Like an iceberg, 1993 cont., “Spring”

Like an iceberg, 1993 cont., “Chesterfield Inlet”

Like an iceberg, 1993 cont., more “Chesterfield Inlet”

Like an iceberg, 1994: “Seals and more”

Like an iceberg, 1994, cont., “No news is good news”

Like an iceberg, 1994 cont., more “No news is good news”

Like an iceberg, 1994 cont., “A place with four names”

Like an iceberg, 1995, “More sad stories”

Like an iceberg, 1995 cont., “No place like Nome”

Like an iceberg, 1995 cont., “Greenland”

Like an iceberg, 1995, cont. “Secrets”

Like an iceberg, 1996, “Hard Lessons”

Like an iceberg, 1996 cont., “Working together”

Like an iceberg, 1996 cont., “At the edge of the world”

Like an iceberg, 1996, more “At the edge of the world”

Like an iceberg, 1996, cont. “Choices” 

Like an iceberg, 1997, “Qaggiq”

Like an iceberg, 1997, more “Qaggiq”

Like an iceberg, 1997, “Qaggiq” cont.

Like an iceberg, 1997 cont., “Qaggiq and hockey”

Like an iceberg, 1997 cont., “Brain surgery in POV”

Like an iceberg, 1997 cont.: “Masks on an island”

Like an iceberg, 1997 cont., “Abusers on the pulpit”

Like an iceberg, 1998, “Bearing gifts”

Like an iceberg, 1998 cont., “At the top of the world”

Like an iceberg, 1998 cont., “A bad week” 

Like an iceberg, 1998 cont.: more from “A bad week”

Like an iceberg, 1998 cont., “Memories”

Like an iceberg, 1999, “The avalanche”

Like an iceberg, 1999 cont., “An exorcism, followed by a penis cutting”

Like an iceberg, 1999 cont., more on “the Avalanche”

Like an iceberg, 1999 cont., “Robins in the Arctic”

Like an iceberg, 1999 cont., “Fossil hunting”

Like an iceberg, 1999 cont., “Where forests grew” 

Like an iceberg, 1999 cont.,”And then there was Nunavut”

A month in Iqaluit

Too much news, too little time.

So all the thoughts and energy I had went into writing news for Nunatsiaq News: the visit of Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, the Nunavut legislature’s sitting, a regulators’ meeting on oil and gas development in the Baffin region, a Nunavut-wide conference on language, a lost teenager on the land, the death of the legislature’s Speaker and a mining symposium.

What’s left are photos:

blizzard

Nothing like a March blizzard to remind you where you are, a place that took PM Trudeau two days to get to. I almost got marooned at the office by the sudden storm the day he was supposed to arrive but managed to make it to my co-worker’s apartment where we made do on a variety of snacks, some frozen chicken and a bottle of wine. The next morning I washed my clothes so I would be clean for the PM’s visit.

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Then a couple of days later I look out the porch and see these amazing clouds at sunset. They look like giant birds.

ice

Let’s not forget about the ice down the street.

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You will note the exhaust there which is from my vehicle which was warming up. The sunset colours were amazing and the power lines in front of the view are a fact of life.

rocks

Suddenly one morning I know spring is coming when the rocks are visible under the snow.

polar bear skin

I see this huge polar bear skin being stretched. With the (ugly) coloured building in the background, it just speaks to how Iqaluit is today.

fireworks

Happy April 1! Nunavut is 20 years old! I’m happy to watch the fireworks with an old friend by the ice.

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I’m driving around and I see kids playing at recess. Great vista. Wonderful sun!

sewage

Saving the worst for the last. I note this flow of sewage in the neighbourhood I’m in. For me the worst is that I fall suddenly ill that same week with a water-related illness. I haven’t boiled my water enough or something. That caps off my month of photos! On to the end of April and beyond!