Early Winter

Anchorage

​So many personalities in the sky that night as
​we walked the coast. 

Eagle River
​Yurt times are good times

 




​The light of the fire, aurora, and candles
danced and dazzled.  

Morning

Where's Jason?

The dew droplets are frozen orbs, enlightened diamonds dangling in the heavy cold.

And cotton clouds glow peachy rose on a sky that is anything but blue this morning. A gradient of hues sweep from pale yellow and green to lilac, then--at the apex of this dome--a granite periwinkle. The sun is generous but furtive as it reaches and recedes behind a curtain of bedrock giants that give shape to the place I call home. 

Stone Carvings

The tendrils of winter kiss and crawl to form illuminated manuscripts on stone.
These elaborate designs are surely gone by now, but I saw them and held them and bring them back to you.