"When I climbed off the plane at Whitefish Lake, I was immediately struck by a sense of space and isolation.

Having lived my whole life on the Canadian prairies I'm used to open spaces, but this place was like stepping back to a time before people had invaded most corners of the planet. This is true wilderness and you can lose yourself here.

And I wasn't prepared for the beauty and diversity of these " barrenlands ". From the smallest macros to sweeping scenics to encounters with caribou and muskox, I have never photographed in a place so full of possibilities.

In one day we photographed vivid autumn landscapes, caribou walking across an orange carpet of tundra, a muskox herd fording a stream, and dancing Northern Lights. It was a photographer's dream!

But I found more here than pretty pictures of scenery and wildlife. In the silence of a sunrise over the tundra you can begin to get a sense of the vast history of this land.

Having listened avidly to nightly stories of the people who followed the caribou and the early trappers, I found myself contrasting the beauty of this place with the harsh reality of surviving here.

While quietly waiting for caribou and muskox, I thought about those hard lives and about the hectic life I had put on hold for two weeks to come here."

"And I found what was, for me, the essence of this place: an immense expanse of space and time that puts everyday things into perspective. And does so with an ancient, quiet beauty...