In August I spent a week at the men’s gathering at Ekuanitshit, on the north shore of the St. Lawrence.
The second day it poured. The storm took our kitchen tent down and a few of us spent the afternoon framing a new one.
That night the rain stopped and a fog came in. Every tent had its stove going, and the smoke from the stovepipes hung in the fog with the moon behind it. I left the fire and walked around camp for about twenty minutes.
Any of these can be ordered as a print, on paper or canvas.
The rest of that night, and what we were doing when I took these, is up for patrons.