On Feeling Off

It’s been a peculiar sort of day. I’m not exactly sure what’s up, I just feel…off. In theory, I should be really happy. I had a good morning writing a poem about Akutuq AKA Eskimo Ice Cream. (Great article about it here.) I had a good run and came home with 500 Post-It-Notes. (I’m a Post-It-Note fiend…just ask my books.) I had a good afternoon researching into everything snow. I ate a good dinner of vegan pizza and it actually tasted decent. But I’m just feeling blegh.

It might have something to do with the fact that I’ve been feeling uninspired to take self-portraits recently, and it’s pissing me off because I was learning so much about myself when taking them in previous months. Also, I decided I’m going to wait until I’m in Norway to do my photography project: From Darkness We Rise: Wyrd Women of Northern Folklore, Myth & Legend because what I want to accomplish with the images I simply can’t do in my bedroom or in Billingham’s lilliputian nature reserve. I need deep forests and mountains. I need waterfalls and fjords and lakes. I need glaciers and tundra. I need the north and its untamed beauty. I’m going to spend a bit of time tonight wandering through Bleaq and Pinterest to see if I can find some images that make me want to leap in front of the camera again.

Anyway, I thought I’d share some things I’ve found on the net during recent random moments, things that have made me smile, brought me joy and made me consider selling an organ as a way to gather funds to fuel my Etsy addiction.

The face of this Canadian Inuit dog in Ulukhaktok, Northwest Territories. Photo by Scott Lough.
The sound of wind chimes in a blizzard.
The sound of falling snow.
This photo of a polar bear by Konrad Wothe.

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