Daniel Zvereff is a freelance designer, illustrator and photographer. He travels to the far corners of the world documenting his journeys through images and journals.
As I walk from the airport towards Kulusuk, fog conceals everything from my view. The eerie silence that amplifies the mysterious landscape is only disturbed by the sounds of my feet crunching on the gravel road below. Suddenly, a violent rumbling approaches me from behind. Turning, I am greeted by an Inuit man on a quad, who signals to the back of his ride, and I oblige and jump on. As we navigate through the mist with a sharp cold wind in our faces, slow moving shadows emerge from the landscape in the distance as we near Kulusuk. The man lets me off at a fork and points down to the right; I thank him and continue on. The stillness is replaced by high-pitched yelps, and shadows in the fog approach me to reveal themselves as dogs chained to the ground with thick steel chains that span 15 feet. As I cautiously pass, they temporarily stop fighting amongst themselves to stare inquisitively at me.
I follow the yelps until I can make out houses and a small lake. Here my path crosses a huge pool of blood and a glossy inside-out mass on the ground that no longer resembles anything alive. A father and son are gutting one adult and one baby seal. They stop momentarily at my intrusion, smile, and motion that it is OK for me to remain. The dogs are going berserk — they will be fed the heads, and it will be days before they eat again. I have never seen anything like this before.
– Daniel Zvereff