Nunamin Illihakvia: Learning from the land

Here is the video of the Nunamin Illihakvia project, run in partnership with Health Canada and the Ulukhaktok Community Corporation.

Much of my footage was put to good use in this great little video detailing the work of the project.


The land of the long white cold


In February of 2014, I traveled to the hamlet of Ulukhaktok in the Canadian Arctic. The project focused on Inuit traditional knowledge and adaptation to climate change.

My role was to document this project.

Along the way, I made many friends and learned valuable life lessons. The journey has changed my life.

The deep bite of the arctic

The sun sets over the horizon. The frozen sea seen here is the infamous Northwest Passage.

The sun sets over the horizon. The frozen sea seen here is the infamous Northwest Passage.

I sat at the table in awe of the story I was listening to – it involved a hammer, wood chisel and a frost bitten toe. I could barely contain my amazement at the story and tried to act casually by sipping my hot, black tea. Stories of pure cold that bites deep into your bones are as alien to me as this landscape – for a boy from sub-tropical Australia, the Canadian Arctic is another world. Continue reading



I stared out the window of our plane with awe as we soared above the Earth. The vast landscape of trees and small hills stretched to the horizon. To the north, a line was visible. the trees became thinner, smaller and not so dense. Then there were no trees at all. Just snow and ice. Continue reading

Heading north


Polar bear at the airport – Yellowknife

I sat with my head buried in the toilet, throwing up my lunch and dinner. Something had invaded my body and really smacked me around. The night was spent wrenching while Teeny called Australia for advice from my parents. We needed to catch a flight north from Calgary to Yellowknife in five hours. Continue reading

The Fish, again…


On the 9th, we all travelled south the the US state of Montana. Our destination was Whitefish. After a unique and humour filled visit to the US border customs offices, where we were “interrogated” (filled out some forms) by an aloof customs officer who clearly enjoyed entertaining Australians. Teeny somehow sweet-talked the officer into giving us wicked Elk stamps in our passports (I know you’re jealous). After three hours or so, we arrived in the “wild west” town of Whitefish for the third time. Continue reading