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The Digital Salvage image collection is a visual anthology of random moments—captured in the raw, unexpected intersections of the world. Here, you’ll find not just landscapes and objects, but fleeting instances of time, chance encounters, and strange details that spark new ideas and possibilities. Each photo or image holds the energy of the unknown, the chaotic beauty of life unfolding in unpredictable ways. These moments are as much about the spaces between as the subjects themselves—suggesting that inspiration can be found in the most unanticipated places. From the isolated wilderness to the buzzing hum of technology, from moments of stillness to flashes of digital brilliance, this collection reflects the spontaneity and creativity that flow from both the natural and the artificial world.

This tiny raspberry plant is part of something much bigger—community food security and sustainability.

Starting out with Raspberries

As the earth awakens, a tender raspberry shoot emerges, a vibrant brushstroke on the canvas of our sustainable agriculture pilot. Last year, with the generous support of the Manitoba Agriculture Indigenous Food Systems and Agriculture program, we sowed the seeds of this living art project. Now, the soil pulses with renewed life, a symphony of growth echoing through the nascent canes.

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The sky sings above those who sleep. The wind carries stories no longer spoken aloud. In this northern hush, every tilted cross is a line in a poem written by ancestors — not to be read, but to be felt. Nothing here is gone. Everything waits beneath snow, beneath stars, beneath the turning light.

Light for the Sleeping

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.

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Ice rises like fingers sculpted in a moment of thaw—sharp, delicate, reaching toward the low sun. In this blur of focus, what is foreground and what is memory? A crystallized tension sits between presence and erosion, the dirt and grains trapped inside as witness. Nothing here is still, though everything looks like it might be.

Edges of Ice

Ice rises like fingers sculpted in a moment of thaw—sharp, delicate, reaching toward the low sun. In this blur of focus, what is foreground and what is memory? A crystallized tension sits between presence and erosion, the dirt and grains trapped inside as witness. Nothing here is still, though everything looks like it might be.

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