Red in Tooth and Claw

It's cold where Iive; send mittens

my mom and sister drove up to surprise me with tickets to opening night of Wicked in Toronto. It was awesome and now I have stupid catchy songs suck in my head. I wish I had real person money to see live theatre more often

“White people are not afraid of “white genocide” they are afraid of whiteness being de-centered from the very fabric of our society and no longer being held as the standard for humanity.”

—   Trixstra (via theracismrepellent)

(via reclaimingthenativetag)

State of the art

upheremagazine:

New artists, new disciplines, and shiny new buildings: there’s an exciting generational shift happening in the world of Inuit art. By Margo Pfeiff

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Pitseolak Qimirpik’s Young Man with MP3, courtesy WIllock & Sax Gallery

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jeanpolfus:

virginialy:

jeanpolfus:

Robin. Norman Wells, Northwest Territories, Canada.

This photo by my sister-in-law inspired me to write a sonnet.
Here the churches look as if grown,cultivated, scaffolded by shoots of spruce and ice,white brackets that mark out the conciseline between the wolves and the town.The silkie chickens tamp the weeds down.They are inured to whatever devicesends prayers up, whichever visekeeps them buttoned in a frown.Uncanny the way the moon in Tulit’a rises too heavyto be trapped between phone wireslike a trout’s belly in a fine, icy net.Do your words uncloud to release a bevyof wishes made over crackling fires,warding away both chance and threat?
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This is my personal, creative property. Please do not steal. 

It is always awesome when my art inspires others! Thank you virginialy for the beautiful linguistic imagery to compliment my photographs.

jeanpolfus:

virginialy:

jeanpolfus:

Robin. Norman Wells, Northwest Territories, Canada.

This photo by my sister-in-law inspired me to write a sonnet.

Here the churches look as if grown,
cultivated, scaffolded by shoots of spruce and ice,
white brackets that mark out the concise
line between the wolves and the town.
The silkie chickens tamp the weeds down.
They are inured to whatever device
sends prayers up, whichever vise
keeps them buttoned in a frown.
Uncanny the way the moon in Tulit’a rises too heavy
to be trapped between phone wires
like a trout’s belly in a fine, icy net.
Do your words uncloud to release a bevy
of wishes made over crackling fires,
warding away both chance and threat?

This is my personal, creative property. Please do not steal.

It is always awesome when my art inspires others! Thank you virginialy for the beautiful linguistic imagery to compliment my photographs.

snarkaeologist:

Antler illustrated with a carving of a reindeer running towards mountains. Found my first morning back at the site.
From now on when people ask why I keep going to dig in the middle of the Alaskan tundra, I’m just showing them this picture.

This is so amazing!

snarkaeologist:

Antler illustrated with a carving of a reindeer running towards mountains. Found my first morning back at the site.

From now on when people ask why I keep going to dig in the middle of the Alaskan tundra, I’m just showing them this picture.

This is so amazing!

(via oosik)

luckyjackpress:

North Pacific Cannery. National Historic Site. Port Edward, BC #salmon #britishcolumbia #history #canada #fishing

luckyjackpress:

North Pacific Cannery. National Historic Site. Port Edward, BC #salmon #britishcolumbia #history #canada #fishing

terresauvage:

Emily Coonan
Girl and Cat, 1920

terresauvage:

Emily Coonan

Girl and Cat, 1920

(Source: klinkhoff.ca)

When science meets aboriginal oral history | Toronto Star

An interesting pop-sci/muggle take on the recent Nature paper about arctic human origins. Plus this cool/silly photo of Max.