Sea Ice
In February I traveled to Nome, Alaska as part of Arctic Science Summit Week art-science collaborative show titled, Arctic Perspectives.
Crab Pots March 2014, Nome, Alaska
I was initially interested in using materials found in and around Nome in relation to subsistence and the effects of climate change on the Bering Straits region. After meeting with my collaborator Dr. Andy Mahoney, my interests shifted.
Sea Ice June 2013, Nome, Alaska
Dr. Mahoney’s eyes lit up when I discussed the observations I have made throughout last four years. In 2013 the shore fast ice reminded until mid-June, while 2014 the ice retreated early closing the spring marine mammal hunt early, and in 2015 the ice broke early and was completely gone when I arrived in Mid-May. He then discussed his area of expertise and how local traditional knowledge of sea ice changes is vital to understanding sea mammals such as walrus and other subsistence organisms and the affects of changing ice conditions on hunters and fisherman.
When I arrived in Nome, I was met with friendly hellos and hugs before I even left the small terminal. A friend and local Nomite laughed, ‘Oh now you’re really Alaskan ah,’ two plastic totes stacked next to me. I grinned in agreement. Much of my week was spent exploring shore fast ice by snowmachine about a mile out onto the Bering Sea, or blazing across the tundra to and from town, making my own trail.
The ice was rough this year, having gone out and come back, jumbled and difficult to traverse.Late into the week I received a call from a friend, Casey Menadelook. His voice clear and full of excitement, ‘Want to set some crab pots?!’ I had yet to set a pot and eagerly agreed. We met just beyond the causeway--machines rumbling loudly. The smell of two stroke exhaust seeped into my hair, I revved up and hit the throttle hard to meet Casey who sped ahead of me about a quarter mile even with a sled in tow. We rode along West Beach for about 2 miles, came along Penny and rode another mile or so onto the sea ice.
Bering Sea Ice February 2016
Casey found a spot on the ice that suited him, struggling to get the auger going ripped the string right off. I usually carry a bit of string with me, we made it work and I grabbed ahold as we made a series of holes in the ice.
Casey grinned my way until he saw my camera pointed at him. I agreed not to include any images of his face and he agreed to share the bounty if we snagged any crab before I headed back to Fairbanks.
Casey Menadelook at 20
He stood there with the sun behind him holding an auger and lit cigarette pressed between his lips. I couldn’t help but put my eye to the viewfinder and snap away. I was reminded in that moment the beauty of youth, the eager want to prove something to the world, and to provide. After setting a couple of pots we both leaned against our machines and sighed heavily, the sun was lingering low on the horizon. Casey reached out with a tired high-five my way. I thanked him and we rode back into town.
I returned to Fairbanks and looked through my files. There it was, the shot.
Dr. Mahoney was excited as I showed him some of the photographs I had taken, and agreed with my decision to present two large images at the Arctic Perspectives show.
‘This photo is great, all of my work begins with an auger, getting ice samples’
I was thrilled to show my work at that point, I wasn’t sure how I was going to tie in such broad topic as climate change and subsistence without being blatant. The show went up without a hitch, I overheard great discussions about sea ice as folks lingered near my work at the opening reception.
That’s all I could ever ask for.
Special thanks to Dr, Andy Mahoney, Annie Duffy, Olivia Lee and my dear friend Casey Menadelook.












