Moments of Change

cross the bridge.
it's passing you by. cross it or die.
the now is forever gone with each moment.
true freedom: is to know what is on the other side




caption: alaska-canadian highway bridge- north to the future

Lost Freckles

mosquito screens give you freckles if you stand

close enough or so i was told as a child. 

in the winter it gives perspective of what once was, a life that feels so far, a memory once had.

a buzzing in my ear. a love lost. a bag packed. a trip taken. a summer forgotten. 

wherever i go. here i am. putting my pants on, one leg at a time.

Bettles Air Bratt

Yellow

Arctic blogging into the day. Sun rise, sun set. Moon rise, moon set. Yoga pose - yoga goes. Fly south birds, for winter has arrived at the door step. Winter has arrived in my heart and onto my cold toes. Stoke the fire and let the logs burn down to heat me up.

The yellow leaves have fallen, turned to brown. Frost makes the leaves loud as my brown boots step toward the driveway. Harvest moon waxing, thoughts turn white with snow flakes dancing.

The river of time doesn't stop for me or anyone else. In the darkest months, on the coldest days - beneath the frozen river, you will find flow.

Life after December

The Holidays are over. The bustle continues. The brap brap brap of a snowmachine fills my ears. The Non stop action in Bettles never ceases to amaze. A place where most people suggest nothing happens is at the eye of the storm. Discovery Channel and National Geographic frequent the Arctic, hoping to catch a glimpse of the insanity whether that be nature or the humans that cohabitate with it.

From broken pipes to ice roads to airplane rides and dogs howling, non stop work and play. Always busy is the life of one in the Arctic. No time for television. No time for being bored. Always something to repair. Always something to ignore or embrace. A microscope of sorts.

The gold rush of Alaska has long gone but the mentality has stayed. Dropping out from society has never been so appealing, difficult to maintain sanity.  Impossible to return to the hustle of civilization, we are all stuck here together. Each one has a reason. A game of who hid the candle stick in the dining room, like Clue, is played with each arriving character. Who ran away to the Arctic and why.

Looking past differences has never proved to be more difficult.
Although rarely do we admit it, we all need each other in one way or another.

This just in from Bettles, Alaska 99726