“There are strange things done in the midnight sun, by the men who moil for gold…” So starts the first verse of Robert Service’s classic poem The Cremation of Sam McGee. There is a great story woven into the rhyme…
Poetry and the River
Don’t Move: A Photographic Exercise
On our final morning on the Jago, as we waited for the weather to clear off the mountains, I took the opportunity to spend a bit of time making photos. It was a nice morning for photography, cloud shadows rolled…
Clearing storm over the Jago
Scudding clouds roll past a peak over the Jago River in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.
Avoiding Imitation
I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about photography recently. Of course, that isn’t anything unusual, but I’m thinking of it now from a the perspective of a teacher. As I’ve mentioned a time or two before, I writing…
Stumbling on the Landscape
I guess the title here is a bit mis-leading, what I actually did was stumble on this landscape image, deep in my Lightroom Catalog. I made this photo several years ago during a canoe trip around the Savonoski Loop in…
Brooks Range Valley in Black and White
Canon 5D Mark III, Canon 24-105 f4L IS, 105mm, f8.0, 1/100th sec, ISO 400, handheld, black and white conversion in Adobe Lightroom. The Brooks Range is filled with tiny little valleys that cut into the mountains. Each is unique, some…
Overnight on the Denali Highway
Busy weekend. On Friday I flew down to Anchorage, bought a car, drove it back to Fairbanks, packed for a camping trip, then on Sunday headed down to the Denali Highway in the new car. We camped for the night…