these little skiffs are bad to the bone: basically, a net gets played out into the water and this skiff hauls ass in a big circle to close the net up around the fish. when they fire up the motor on this bad boy it sounds like you are sitting at the drag racing strip. you gotta love the sense of humor.
“wildness was ever sounding in our ears, and nature saw to it that besides school lessons some of her own lessons should be learned, perhaps with a view to the time when we should be called to wander in wildness to our heart’s content.” -john muir
wander i have, and wander i will. working the final ridge at 11,000′, just below the summit of tabletop mountain in the jedediah smith wilderness, teton range, wyoming. 2010
she, on the right, has been very vocal lately. it must all be just too much for the pair to keep up with: the sac roe herring fishery is teetering on getting started, the harbor is ridiculously busy with all manner of powered fishing vessel, the whales are showing up further out in the sound, the skies are filled with lengthening doses of sunlight and more bird life than can be counted, and each morning the crisp and chill combines with a rising clamor, beyond the walls of this boat, that suggests something, something really, really good, is about to happen. thomsen harbor, sitka, alaska. 2012
a pair of cathedrals: saint nicholas russian orthodox church juxtaposed across a backdrop of mt. jumbo. juneau, alaska. 2012
“earth laughs in flowers” –ralph waldo emerson
the color and glow of a budding flower, emanating from the shadows of decay and weathered detritus, has a voice that would be impossible to not hear, to me. after months of ice and wind and rain and snow, a relentless, crushing darkness, the slow spiral into the depths of winter gloom, the eye, instantly aware that something is out of place, snaps the head around and, trying to locate the source of this contradiction, down, and there, under the shrubs, there is a sound, a calling out, a reminder of the most beautiful promises in the world, promises kept, and the warmth and grace of the sun comes through, straight through to my soul. juneau, alaska. 2012
