16 Aug ICEBERGS AND WIND
Woke to an ideal calm morning. Perfect. My goal to paint an iceberg for the first time, and to do this from the 16’ canoe that I had brought along, was looking great. Why from a canoe? I’ve always loved canoeing,...
Woke to an ideal calm morning. Perfect. My goal to paint an iceberg for the first time, and to do this from the 16’ canoe that I had brought along, was looking great. Why from a canoe? I’ve always loved canoeing,...
BEARS, ICEBERGS & CHAR: Cory flies to the eastern Canadian arctic community of Qikiqtarjuak, discovers an incredible land....
After a good night’s sleep, we were ready to head out onto the ocean in Billy’s 24’ freighter canoe. All we needed was our gear and we were set to go. The 11am flight arrival would give us lots of...
This day my friend, traveling companion, huge help, trail master and very fine visual artist (film-maker, cameraman, photographer, etc) Marten Berkman heads home. Well actually he’s to fly back to Ontario see meet up with his wife Jennifer and 2...
Back in Pangnirtung and wrapping up the first leg of this month-long journey to the eastern arctic, it was time to pack up and head to the coastal community of Qikiqtarjuaq further north. There, with the help of Billy Arnaquq’ of...
The third and last day of our hike back out found the sun greeting us a dawn. As we had begun this journey, so it seemed to be ending; glorious sunshine to warm you us right to the core. Add...
FINALLY, PAINTING THOR: Cory hikes out from camp to paint Mt. Thor again...
At last it was time to begin our hike back out of the park. But the morning light delayed that by a few hours. Though it was still mostly overcast, enough light poked through here and there to pull some...
AROUND CAMP: Staying a little closer to camp, Cory strikes out to find something new to paint in the eastern arctic's Baffin Island....
Woke up to a promising day. Conditions were clear enough to warrant a second try at seeing Mount Thor from the north side perspective, so Marten and I began hiking back up the Weasel River Valley. After a few kilometers...