Lisa Milosavljevic

I arrived in Iqaluit on the first day of snowfall—greeted by 140 km/h winds that howled for three days. It was a dramatic welcome, a far cry from Toronto, and the Arctic made sure I knew it. At first, the changes felt quiet—subtle shifts in light, colour, and temperature—but each carried its own intensity. Over five years, I began to tune into the rhythm of the six Arctic seasons: the high-pitched squeak of dry snow, the slow return of the sun, the first scent of thawing earth and saltwater, the rivers dramatically cracking open, the arrival of mosquito hoards, the tundra erupting into blazing colours, and the snow that signals winter has come to stay. These photographs, taken between 2018 and 2020, document my curiosity as I experienced these cycles for the first time—each season revealing just how layered, alive, and deeply nuanced this northern environment truly is.