Collection: Baffin Island
We landed on a lonely strip of rocky land, where Lancaster Sound meets Admiralty Inlet. With our Inuit hosts, we spent every day exploring by snowmobile, dog sled, or on foot. It was the middle of June, so the sun never set and would flirt with the horizon for hours upon hours, which was both disorientating and intoxicating. I’ll never forget how these incredibly capable and wise people made me feel welcome and entirely at home in one of the least hospitable places on earth.