Collection search - Stopping for tea, Alain shields his camp stove from the wind in order to light it. A good way to start a cold primus stove is to punch a little caribou fur from your parka and lay it around the element. The fur ignites well. Harsh Arctic realities are nowhere more manifest than in winter, on either land or sea ice. The distinction between "land life" and "settlement life" becomes obvious when you return to Igloolik after sleeping in igloos or hunting cabins, with only a qulliq for light and warmth. Approached from a distance, Igloolik appears like a flickering jewel on the horizon, a grand spectacle. An intensely inviting womb of warm light that I am desperate to reach. North Baffin Island, Igloolik, April 1976.