Under the warm spring sun, the ulu becomes an extension of the hand, gracefully preparing caribou meat for drying. This isn't just work; it's a living tradition, connecting us to the land and the wisdom of generations past.
Under the warm spring sun, the ulu becomes an extension of the hand, gracefully preparing caribou meat for drying. This isn't just work; it's a living tradition, connecting us to the land and the wisdom of generations past.

Ancestral Cuts

Beneath the generous sun, the ulu sings. Each deliberate slice of caribou, a whispered conversation with ancestors, transforms sustenance into art. It's a profound dance of hand and earth, weaving resilience into the very fabric of northern life.

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