The Quiet Persistence of a Shoreline Cemetery
On the frozen edge of Hudson Bay, the sun slips beneath a sky brushed in fire and indigo. Here, just beyond Arviat, the land remembers. Weathered crosses rise from snowdrifts like prayers etched into wind, quietly watching the horizon. This is not just a place of rest — it is a place of return.
The cemetery bears the marks of time and tilt. Each leaning cross suggests both gravity and grace — an enduring record of hands that built, mourned, and believed. The wood may bend, but it does not fall. Beneath the vast sky, this small ground carries the weight of generations, echoing with names spoken only in silence.
This image invites reflection not only on death, but on continuity — of memory, of land, of light that endures even in the coldest places. The north teaches us that stillness can be vivid. That loss, here, is not absence but presence in another form.
We have always and will always be here.
