Interlude of Images: Silent Wilds. Earth Untamed.

eagles, arctic, and images

Dear Friends and Family,

I begin today’s letter from Anchor Point, Alaska along the southwestern shores of the Kenai Peninsula. It is the farthest point west one can drive in North America. All land points west of here are accessed by boat with single-road trajectories inland. Bald eagles come to nest, give birth to successive generations, and nurture those lives into being. They sing from their high perches, and their songs, as my ears hear them, tell of both delight and yearning.

Gratitude.

So, today, I dedicate this post to the Bald Eagle at Bishop’s Beach in Homer whom I happened upon in early morning, feasting on a fish freshly caught, and who permitted me to continue toward the water across a low-tide shore, bird undisturbed; and to the Bald Eagles on Anchor Point, who sing the most beautiful and at once haunting lullabies from the tops of giant conifers . . . thank you for humbling me.

Inspired.

I am the Wild.

"In the afternoon I came to you,
tempestuous as the sky, 
feet bare and…