Introduction

What is The New Yorker? I know it’s a great magazine and that it’s a tremendous source of pleasure in my life. But what exactly is it? This blog’s premise is that The New Yorker is a work of art, as worthy of comment and analysis as, say, Keats’s “Ode on a Grecian Urn.” Each week I review one or more aspects of the magazine’s latest issue. I suppose it’s possible to describe and analyze an entire issue, but I prefer to keep my reviews brief, and so I usually focus on just one or two pieces, to explore in each the signature style of its author. A piece by Nick Paumgarten is not like a piece by Jill Lepore, and neither is like a piece by Ian Frazier. One could not mistake Collins for Seabrook, or Bilger for Goldfield, or Mogelson for Kolbert. Each has found a style, and it is that style that I respond to as I read, and want to understand and describe.

Tuesday, November 8, 2022

Acts of Seeing: Inuit Sled

Photo by John MacDougall










In this series, I look at some of my own photos and try to determine their governing aesthetic. 

May 9, 2006, I found myself in Ikpiarjuk, Nunavut, for a Qikiqtani Inuit Association meeting. In the evening, after the meeting adjourned, I went out on the ice and photographed the many beautiful long-runnered Inuit sleds parked there. One sled, in particular, caught my eye. It was at least twenty-four feet long and had a cabin painted powder blue that matched the color of the sky. The picture is filled with clear Arctic light. That’s the aspect I most relish, that and the over-all colors – blue and white, with the tow rope adding just the right touch of bright yellow.  

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