“The Manuscripts of God”


A ½” of virgin, unmarked snow . . . a cool, gentle breeze . . . a pinking hour sunset brushed across distant snowcaps  – the wilderness wonder postcard God created for me to glide through before hanging up my skis and heading off to rejoin my life partner in the Great Smoky Mountains tomorrow.

I’ve missed her, and Lord willing, come Spring we’ll return together to the solitude of this awesome corner of creation with its vast wilderness reaches, rugged magnificence, and primal beauty John Muir once called  “The Manuscripts of God”.

My Front Yard – Chickaloon, Alaska

I M Blessed . . . May U B 2

Keep Looking Up . . . His Best Is Yet To Come!

Happiness is . . .


Happiness is zero degrees and a pair of skis . . . gliding over a wilderness lake, snow whispering beneath, winter’s sun above sinking behind distant mountain monarchs . . . Life is Good! . . . wish you could have joined me.

“He gives snow like wool; He scatter the frost like ashes.” – Psalm147:16

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

Happy Ole Dude
Talkeetna Range snowcaps
3:30 PM Sunset

Midnight Sun


The Land of the Midnight Sun is rapidly entering its Midnight Moon season, as seen in this 4 PM/4-degree wilderness wander picture.


Watching the sun begin to silently slip below the distant Chugach Range conjured a somewhat ambivalent thought of peaceful melancholy . . . this scene is somewhat analogous to my life . . . my Midnight Sun season is slowly slipping below life’s horizon, yielding to the Midnight Moon.  But there’s only peace . . . no remorse . . . as I stand alone in the frozen silence.


Life’s joys have been my sunshine, and the dark clouds of failure have taught me the past is a place of reference to grow from, not a place of residence to live in. I’ve been undeservedly blessed beyond measure, and know a Sonrise awaits that will never set.

Fish Lake Sunset – Chickaloon, Alaska


Nevertheless I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep what I have committed to Him until that Day”. – II Timothy 1:12


I M Blessed . . . May U B 2
 
Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!

Last Frontier Fashion


With temps in the teens headed for single digits tonight and sub-zero later this week, it was time for an Alaskan wardrobe change. Unable to find my wet-suit, I decided to forgo testing the lake’s ice thickness 😊

Stay warm and remember . . . there’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes.

Swans on Ice


What a difference a day makes!  . . . freeze-up happened sooner than expected for our local Trumpeter Swan family. The few remaining open patches of water these big birds require for their running take-off is quickly becoming solid-state, and Mom is ‘honking-out’ Dad for not booking an earlier flight south for their cygnets and them 😊


Not to worry. I spoke with a neighbor today who is an avian expert and shares my concern for our Trumpeters’ plight. He is in contact with Bird Rescue authorities who will be able to institute SAD (Swan Assisted Departure) if necessary . . . stay tuned 😊

Where’s the ice skates?

Love to Live, Live to Love” – Amy Carmichael    
                                                                 
Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!

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

Denali Farewell


A solo kayaker, bathed in the rising golden mists of a sunrise, bid us adieu as we left Denali National Park this morning. Lord willing, we’ll return again someday to this spectacular corner of creation.

The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display His craftsmanship“. – Psalm 19:1
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Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!

Denali – 20,310 ft.

Denali Eye Candy


Clouds are dominating the skies, concealing North America’s highest mountain, majestic 20,320 ft. Denali. However, they can’t obscure Denali National Park’s epic display of fall splendor.

Here’s a few glimpses of what was ours to behold. Wish y’all could be here to take it all in for yourselves.

Love to Live, Live to Love” – Amy Carmichael    
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Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!

Parks Hwy. Cantwell, Alaska
Denali National Park
Fall Splendor
Vast and Wild
Calm Waters
Fall Reflections

Survival of the Fittest


On Fish Lake, in the shadow of Castle Mountain, last June a Trumpeter Swan pair hatched three downy white signets. They’ve since grown into feathered gray versions, a third the size of their large, stately parents . . . the serene beauty of Nature.

Sadly, one of the signets has now gone missing. At 4 AM the other morning a neighbor heard the Trumpeters making a ruckus. The suspected assassin is another one of Mother Nature’s local feral menagerie, a great horned owl . . . the cruel barbarity of Nature.

Of the remaining two signets, one appears slightly larger. Hopefully both will survive for the flight south with their parents before freeze-up.

Trumpeter Swans and Signets
Trumpeter Swans – Fish Lake – Castle Mountain


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

Trumpeter Swans


Homo sapiens or Cygnus buccinator, no matter the species newborns are universally considered cute and adorable . . . even I was cute once back when dinosaurs roamed the earth 😊.

This afternoon I was blessed paddling my canoe around Fish Lake photographing Mr. & Mrs. Trumpeter and their three new signets.

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

Trumpeter Swan Family Swim
Proud Parents
Day-old Signet
Mom and Triplets
Following Dad
Snuggling with Mom
Trumpeter Swans on Fish Lake