Intro

Be home when the streetlights come on, parents in the United States used to yell as kids ran out the door, and for American children of a certain era the freedoms of June felt completely different from the freedoms of, say, March. Summer vacation unrolled like a carpet whose end disappeared over the horizon, and days seemed infinite. Nobody wore watches, or was surveilled, or had a schedule except maybe for swim lessons or free films at the public library. You woke up whenever, had breakfast of whatever, and went out in front of your house to see who was already on the street, slamming the screen door on the way and maybe earning a holler from your mom. After that…who knew?

The first time I went to Greenland, it was May and the sun had already risen above the Arctic Circle and it stayed light my entire visit. For a photographer and explorer, this was a godsend. “Day” lost its meaning and potential