18-OCT-2012
“There is a magic in the feel of a paddle and the movement of a canoe, a magic compounded of distance, adventure, solitude, and peace. The way of a canoe is the way of the wilderness and of a freedom almost forgotten.”
29-JAN-2006
“The smell of the morning is an adventure, and if you can start the day by going outdoors and sniffing the air, there is always a lift to the spirit.”
01-AUG-2009
“Over all was the silence of the wilderness, that sense of oneness which only comes when there are no distractions or sounds, when we listen with inward ears and see with inward eyes, when we feel and are aware with our entire beings rather than our senses.”
13-JUN-2012
“One does not have to be alone to enjoy silence. It has often been said that the ability to enjoy it with others is the mark of friendship and understanding.”
Me photographing with Bob Armstrong, a dear friend, in Juneau Alaska. Photo by A. Hangar
17-AUG-2006
“Suddenly out of the north came the sound I had been waiting for, a soft, melodious gabbling that swelled and died and increased in volume until all other sounds were engulfed by its clamor.”
16-JUN-2007
“The air was mountain air that morning, and my feet were winged. I was in the forbidden land, land of the spirits, a place to approach with awe and perhaps with prayer.”
22-MAY-2010
“It was one of those perfect experiences, a combination of atmosphere, a long dreamed-of realization come true, and appreciation by someone who means more than anyone else in the world.”
-Kayaking with my wife in Prince William Sound, Alaska
21-SEP-2008
“But it is in the fall when the aspen’s leaves are masses of old gold and the hillsides and islands are mirrored in a sea of blue that the days become enchanted and a hush lies like a benediction over the entire country.”
01-JAN-2006
“There is a sense of adventure and aliveness about the hour of dawn. Trees are more sharply etched, horizons more distinct, sensations more vivid than any other time of day.”
25-MAY-2008
“I still would know the beauty of the country at the time of awakening, when there was a softness in the wind and the long-frozen land was breathing again, expanding and stirring with life after months of rigid immobility.”
15-OCT-2006
“It would stand there as a symbol of the indomitable, proof that a tree can live with adversity.”
26-MAY-2006
“Whatever it was, I was content at last, knowing that I would find in this lonely solitude the realization of all my dreams.”
12-JAN-2008
This was the North in February, silent and unperturbed, the only sound the hiss of my skis on the brittle crust.
