“A land of enormous geometry etched by the cutting edge of light. Implacable, raw, elemental, beautiful and threatened.”
T. H. Watkins
A picture-perfect day at the North Slope. 140 miles of undulating hills covered with wet tundra until the Arctic Ocean. This is the place that unimaginable herds of caribou crossed in the spring to give birth to their young, to escape from the mosquitoes and to find summer feeding grounds. Come fall the migration pattern reverses.
Musk ox and arctic foxes roam this place that looks so innocent on a warm and sunny day. It will turn into a frigid, wind-blown freezer that only a few species can tolerate and even thrive in.
This place needs to be experienced with all senses. A photograph does not do it justice. It will serve me as a reminder of a summer north of the Arctic Circle.