Just arrived two days ago for a four-month stint in Iqaluit, Nunavut.
Today, Canada Day, there were festivities and fun in town, and three images that will cement my memories of my first national day spent in this uniquely Canadian town:
A diminutive (not 5 feet tall) Inuk woman, striding about proudly in her seal-skin kamiks (boots) and one of those umbrella hats in red and white with maple leaves shielding her eyes from the the sun (all 21 hours a day of it).
Stan Rogers' son, Nathan, singing about the northwest passage, under a giant circus tent erected for 11 days of arts festival, which attracted performers from Cuba, New Zealand, and everywhere in between.
Steve and our new friend beaming as they carried deep-fried bannock ($2 a piece) over to me at the door to the tent, where I'm stationed as the (dancing) first-aid volunteer.
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