Photo by Pete Muller @pete_k_muller | The walrus disappears from the surface and, for a short time, the chaos of the hunt subsides. During this moment of quiet, the Chukchi hunters scan the water for some sign of the animal’s whereabouts. At midday, the light is bright and muted at once, making it difficult to discern where the water ends and the sky begins. Even when it’s calm, the water is daunting. It is dark and deep and cold—filled with both risk and potential. I think about falling in. But it is the key stabilizing element in this remote part of the world, offering sustenance and entertainment and beauty. It seems especially serene in this moment, floating calmly, as the hunters prepare to enact the age old saga of living and dying.