|Soap stone carver|
|After a summer blizzard|
The look of Iqaluit really surprised me. I would never guess that it’s in Canada. The amount of garbage, and the kids always playing in the street digging with spatulas and playing with pieces of plastic gives it a 3rdworld feel. I wouldn’t call Iqaluit a nice looking town, nor can I say it smells very good. The smell on the wind is that of car exhaust, from the crazy amount of people who drive in a town that can be walked across in half an hour, and when the wind blows right it smells of sewage off the sewage lagoon that lies just outside of town. But beneath the dust and the boundless garbage is a charm that is both stunning and difficult to pinpoint. There is something beautiful about being allowed to see the weathering of time, in the tendency for the town to be unkept and bare of facades of glamour and fresh paint. Just as the roads and the houses, there are faces eroded by years of exposure to the harsh wind and sun.
|Yellow airport, a pile of recyclables never recyled |
in garbage bags and a large pothole (large even for Iqaluit)
|One of the 2 stores in town|
The land though, is what draws people here. There is so much land empty of and untouched by humans. In the summer, it is hard to understand why its known as the Barrens because its just teeming with life. Ancient lichens, flower plants, fungi, spiders, bumblebee. I really never get tired of looking at the tundra. It is also the most amusing thing to walk on; it’s like one giant sponge.