Storm season in Scoresbysund. Snow falls heavy. People and animals move with the wind, not against it. They know this world. They have lived with its fury for a thousand years.
The storm passes. The land changes. A new landscape emerges—for now. But another storm is waiting, already gathering strength beyond the horizon.
Life in the Arctic is not easy. It never was. It never will be.
The days are short, the nights endless. In the Arctic, people battle the unyielding forces of nature. The cold spares nothing. For over a thousand years, this has been a life of endurance and quiet heroism.
Darkness covers the northernmost settlements as Christmas approaches. Arctic hunters move across the sea ice, seeking their livelihood. The cold cuts deep, sinking to 20 or 30 below zero.
In September, I traveled to Greenland, on an assignment for The New Yorker. It was a privilege to collaborate with Andrew Katz, who recognizes the importance of visual storytelling and for the power of photojournalism.