Every fact wears a disguise

I remember seeing these pictures for the first time. I don't know the context in which they were taken but I do remember being surprised by them. They did not fit my constructs of how things work in the north. I cannot vouch for their authenticity, but at the very least they help to remind me that practicing the disciplined habit of being open in settings that are personally novel and new can lead to understandings that are not (just) what you thought they'd be, but what they really are. I fly to Iqaluit tomorrow, my first experiential interaction with Baffin Island. I hope that I can heed my own advice.