I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.
It is the onion, memory, that makes me cry– Craig Raine 2:00 pm, Juneau, Twin Lakes, 37 degrees, light rain, south wind with gusts up to 25 mph. The snow has turned to slush. I did not walk this morning since Chip came in on the Hoonah ferry last night about...
I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.- Dylan Thomas (A Child’s Christmas in Wales) 10:15am Monday, November 20, Juneau. Snowing, 24 degrees,...
Winter solitude— In a world of one color The sound of wind.– Basho Tenakee Springs, about 11 am, 30 degrees, east wind, cloudy with flurries. A big snowstorm is coming our way. There was ice on the puddles and frost on all the decks this morning, including the...
If we could communicate with animals, ask them questions and receive answers—no matter how simple those questions and answers turn out to be—the world might soon be moved enough to at least start halting our runaway destruction of life.—Roger Payne Saturday, Tenakee...
That was what counted…those unexpected moments of appreciation, unanticipated glimpses of beauty and kindness— any of the things that attached us to this world and made us forget , even for a moment, its pain and its transience.– Isabel Dalhousie ( Alexander...
We are awfully lucky to be here, and by “we” I mean every living thing.- Bill Bryson 8:10 am, east side of Tenakee Springs, cloudy, light westerly, low tide. 38 degrees. It is weird to walk without a dog, but nice to be out early in a sleepy little (very...
