Are You Really Telling Me I Can Order A Poster Of Sir John Franklin's Meat To Hang In My Home

In 1869 the New Bedford artist and photographer William Bradford took part in an expedition to northern Greenland sponsored by a Boston family. The trip was documented in this book, with albumen photos that are considered the finest artic photos of the mid to late 19 th century. The book is scarce with copies selling in the 125-150000 range.

Narrative of an Expedition in H.M.S. Terror, by Captain George Back 1838 after his Arctic Expedition 1836-1837 - all of these images are made by himself

The French Astrolabe and the Zelee caught in Antarctic ice 1838 during the Expedition of Jules Dumont d'Urville, watercolour by A. Mayer 1838

I believe in the fundamental goodness of humanity because I have seen the Polar Exploration and Age of Sail enthusiasts.

one tab open on the terror (2018), the other tab open on “schools with polar studies degree”

canadian gothic

it’s snowing again, you can’t remember the last time it wasn’t snowing. has it always been snowing? have you ever seen real grass or felt real warmth? 

you pass some kids playing hockey on an empty parking lot. they stop there game when you pass. they all wear blank expressions on their face and their eyes appear to be glazed over 

you think you see some canadian geese fight over what looks like a human femur   

tim hortons always seem to appear when you need them. even in the middle of nowhere. is it just a coincidence?  

men don’t die in antarctica like they used to

Inside Siberia’s isolated community of forgotten women. Photographed by Oded Wagenstein.

“In the remote village of Yar-Sale in Northern Siberia, live a group of elderly women. They were once part of a nomadic community of reindeer herders. However, in their old age, they spend most of their days in seclusion, isolated from the world they loved and their community. While men are usually encouraged to remain within the migrating community and maintain their social roles, the women often face the struggles of old age alone.It took a flight, a sixty-hour train ride from Moscow, and a seven-hour bone-breaking drive across a frozen river to meet them. I immersed myself in their closed community, and for days, over many cups of tea, they shared their stories, lullabies, and longings with me.On this series, the memories of the past, represented by the images of the outside world, are combined with the portraits of current reality.

By doing so, I tried to give their stories a visual representation. One that could last after they are already gone.  

(*Like Last Year’s Snow is a Yiddish expression – referring to something which is not relevant anymore)”

- Oded Wagenstein

Natural history vol. 2 - British National Antarctic Expedition - 1907 - via Internet Archive