CHATHAM STRAIT, ALASKA
Images of an Alaskan day:
Cotton clouds hanging on evergreens – silent, secretive, drifting imperceptibly.
Towering mist of whale blows…water atomized by explosive expulsions of spent air…slowly dissipating against a black-and-tan, low-tide beach.
Growing fractures in gray clouds ending a misty shower, revealing the welcome blue of pure sky and laser rays of spotlight sun.
White-topped eagles - a dozen or more - resting streamside, content with a morning meal of salmon.
Fishermen in The Office seeking salmon, leaving a deserved share for orcas and bears.
White smoke rising in a sleepy cove - a tiny outpost remaining from days of “cannery row.”
Geese, ducks, gulls - migrants here to fortify a meandering journey southward.
Walking the temperate rainforest, wet as it should be, amid magnificent giants nurtured by salmon-borne nutrients garnered from distant ocean realms. Did the sprouting seed precede Columbus?
Silent paddles on glassy water disturbing mirror images…but only briefly.
Above a tumbling falls, still water black with salmon, waiting, ripening, pairing – the innate drive to cast gene-laden cells culminating in death.
A victim – one of many - scooped up before the ultimate act of procreation, the bear supping on only the fatty brain tissue (above).
Smiling and sipping with new friends; into which world shall we next venture?
This was our final day in Southeast Alaska.
Images of an Alaskan day:
Cotton clouds hanging on evergreens – silent, secretive, drifting imperceptibly.
Towering mist of whale blows…water atomized by explosive expulsions of spent air…slowly dissipating against a black-and-tan, low-tide beach.
Growing fractures in gray clouds ending a misty shower, revealing the welcome blue of pure sky and laser rays of spotlight sun.
White-topped eagles - a dozen or more - resting streamside, content with a morning meal of salmon.
Fishermen in The Office seeking salmon, leaving a deserved share for orcas and bears.
White smoke rising in a sleepy cove - a tiny outpost remaining from days of “cannery row.”
Geese, ducks, gulls - migrants here to fortify a meandering journey southward.
Walking the temperate rainforest, wet as it should be, amid magnificent giants nurtured by salmon-borne nutrients garnered from distant ocean realms. Did the sprouting seed precede Columbus?
Silent paddles on glassy water disturbing mirror images…but only briefly.
Above a tumbling falls, still water black with salmon, waiting, ripening, pairing – the innate drive to cast gene-laden cells culminating in death.
A victim – one of many - scooped up before the ultimate act of procreation, the bear supping on only the fatty brain tissue (above).
Smiling and sipping with new friends; into which world shall we next venture?
This was our final day in Southeast Alaska.
