photography
Once Upon a Time in Guatemala
When I approach a large change in life I begin to wax nostalgic about good things from times long past. A big change is coming in a few months and this time around the subject of my nostalgia is: my central american year. For every person you see below, there are ten more who were in the story behind the picture, for every smile caught by camera there were twenty more when the camera was put away…
Halo
The sun’s an angel and the other day she donned her halo for us.
Stormy sunset gold
Panorama: beautiful midwinter day
This is the view from standing place. Weather in the winter is bad almost all the time and once in a while we get a nice clear beautiful day and today was one of those days. This is the view from Standing Place.
Old picture: oceanside flower
Portrait
Glacier flying
Sometimes wonderful people surprise you by saying “hey, instead of grabbing coffee, how about going flying?” to shoot the breeze over glaciers instead of coffee. Beautiful. Shooting the breeze, while great over coffee, I can verily say is better over a glacier.
Arctic winter sunset
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This is how clear the sky is
The sea ice has finally come
A good day for the mail run
The chopper comes. Everybody is excited–we are going on 10 days without mail today. The chopper lands. In lieu of mail, the Huey brought freight (food) for the school, a phone technician, and a passel of heat-packin’ USPS agents to do some good old inspectin’. The only official word is that the post here is shut down–rumor has it we may get a delivery of mail in a few days.
Want to hear a funny story? The chopper came at lunch-break, so I ran out to take a few pictures of the take off. When I got down there, they had finished unloading some freight and there were a bunch (4 or 5) of people all standing out by the chopper. Weird…usually we don’t get passengers on mail day. They were taking pictures and talking, sorta like tourists, also weird. And they walk by and on this one tall fellow’s leg I see strapped a big ol’ forty-five. In my mind I’m like “who does this guy think he is? just walk into town packin’ a big old handgun? what is he, mr. sheriff?!” and right as that last thought was going through my mind I see, sewn on his duffle bag, a “federal law enforcement” badge. My next thought: “hmm. so he probably is the sheriff.”
I was thankful in that moment that humans don’t communicate telepathically.
The chopper was back by the end of the school day and I managed to run out and snap a few more pictures in the beautiful sunset light.
Bull walrus
A good day to hunt
