An Alaskan spring is slow to unfold but each sign is welcome. At the end of March it is light enough at 8 pm to wander through the woods without a headlamp, which is appreciated since we are still walking in to our little house through the snow since we don’t plow the road. In places the snow melts during the long day and freezes again at night, making fascinating random abstract art creations. There is something more fantastic about those patterns than from someone’s imagination, somehow. The Chilkat river is starting to flow again, and we walk out on the river flat to examine ice patterns and hear booms as large chunks break free to flow down the channel. The sun is bright, the wind is brisk and fierce. Each day is glorious.
This entry was posted on March 27, 2014. It was filed under Abstract.