Leaf Speak


Winter’s approach has stripped the forest whose fallen leaves display beauty in cryonic death, and silently speak endurance to the ‘naked’ wilderness.

In every change, in every falling leaf there is some pain, some beauty.” – Amit Ray

Freeze Frame
Last Leaf

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Dawn’s Splendor


Creation’s awakening at dawn spurs a grateful rebirth of joy in my soul. Here’s a few glimpses of dawn’s wonder that was mine to behold this morning.

The whole earth is filled with the awe of your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.

Psalm 65:8

I M Blessed . . . May U B 2

Chugach Range Dawn
Dawn Angel
Dawn Cathedrals
Dawn Greeters
Dawn Spawners

Friluftsliv


SAD . . . Seasonal Affective Disorder is attributed to the long, cold, dark days of winter. Yet, Scandinavian countries, where cold-dark thirty resides for 5 months each year, are consistently ranked among the happiest countries . . . Why?

Friluftsliv – “free air life” – the mood-boosting Nordic concept of connecting with nature; breathing in fresh, frigid air; and embracing the beauty and simplicity of nature in the great outdoors. Promoting spiritual and physical well-being, it was popularized by Norwegian playwright and poet Henrik Ibsen in the 1850s.

As a far-eastern Scandinavian (AKA Alaskan), I can attest this icily inspiring therapy works!  . . . though some may claim I’m merely delusional 😊.

But I don’t have the parkas, snow boots, scarves ,mittens, long-johns, etc. to endure such harsh winter conditions.” . . . no attire excuses! . . . as my Swedish heritage says (my Ancestry profile claims I’m 8% Swedish), “There’s no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothes.”

 Soooooo . . . suit-up and get out there to enjoy some uplifting 3-F activity . . . Freezing, Frolicking, Fun 😊.

Here’s a few pics from Freddy’s refreshing, 22 degree, Friluftsliv day.

They speak of the glorious splendor of your majesty – and I will proclaim your great deeds.”

Psalm 145:5

I M Blessed . . . May U B 2

Chugach Range
King Mountain
Castle Mountain Mirror
Spruce Grouse

Flight School


Flight School needs to start soon if these cygnets are going to accompany their parents south before freeze-up. This young Trumpeter swan pair hatched their cygnets the end of June , much later than previous Trumpeter parents . . . Frosty Eagle’s watching.

Love to Live, Live to Love” – Amy Carmichael    
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Hik-‘ing’ Day


Leaves fall-‘ing’ – Moose rambl-‘ing’ – River freez-‘ing’ – Snow melt-‘ing’ – Sun blaz-‘ing’ . . . a day made for an Alaskan wilderness wander Hik-‘ing’ through Creation 😊

Chugach Range Fall
Freeze-Up
Bull Moose Calf
Climbing Up
Summit Sun

I M Blessed . . . May U B 2
Love to Live, Live to Love” – Amy Carmichael    

Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!

Forever Young


While our birth days are 5 decades apart, wilderness wanderings with my son helps me forget my age and live life young again . . . undeservedly blessed . . . living each day as though it’s my last . . . grateful yesterday wasn’t . . . knowing His best forever young is yet to come.

Love to Live, Live to Love“. – Amy Carmichael

I M Blessed . . . May U B 2

Father and Son
Last Frontier Majesty

Snow Squalls and Sunshine


A short morning snow squall followed by brilliant sunshine made for an interesting wilderness wander today . . . . Gotta’ love the Last Frontier! 😊

Snowy Trumpeter Swans
Cool Waters
Schroom Cone
Castle Mountain’s New Blanket

Love to Live, Live to Love” – Amy Carmichael    
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Life’s Seasons


Winter Invades Fall

This after-the-storm picture of Winter invading Fall had me contemplating my mortality. From first to final breath, much like the changing of the seasons, life is a continuum of seasons.

The Spring of my life witnessed a carefree childhood morph into an adolescence of uncertainty and tentative teens before yielding to the Summer of adulthood, running the gamut of experiences and emotions from gain to loss; joy to sorrow; trial to triumph; happiness to heartbreak. Fall followed suit, but with slightly more intensity, enhanced by increased awareness of both life’s responsibly and appreciation.

Gazing on this scene today, I realized, albeit somewhat reluctantly, my life’s journey has entered Winter. Spanning nearly eight decades, my journey lies somewhere below life’s summit in Winter’s snows, above Fall’s fading colors. Given the genre of my life’s journey, I suspect my current location resides in that fog below the mountain’s summit 😊

Regrets?  . . . many, most self-attributable.  Blessings? . . . many more, attributable to God’s unfathomable Grace alone. And so, I gratefully journey on towards the summit, uncertain of my arrival time, but assured of a forever room at the top is waiting for me . . . Hope to see you there.

My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you.” John 14:2

Raw – Wild- Rugged – Vast


TCD – Tire Changeover Day – the official first day Alaskans are permitted to mount their winter studded tires on their vehicles . . . perfect timing . . . on the trip home from town along the Matanuska River, cold, blustery winds heralded an impending storm . . . and now it’s sn😊wing!

Here’s a minuscule glimpse of the Last Frontier’s raw, wild, rugged beauty along each of the 25 miles to town . . . a drive through an ever changing postcard of creationscapes. Its vastness never ceases to instill me with a sense of infinitesimal smallness, while its grandeur paradoxically soothes my soul.

Matanuska River – Chickaloon, Alaska

He who forms the mountains, who creates the winds, and who revels His thoughts to mankind, who turns dawn to darkness, and treads on the heights of the earth – the Lord God Almighty is His name“.

Amos 4:13

Storm Brewing

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