Much Closer
I have to go much farther
and I have to get much closer
That Morning On Klakas
55.013721, -132.395197: There are, I now know for certain, places where the sounds of humans are not found at all. The ravens moved on, the bears were occupied with the fish run, the humpbacks set the pace after the kayak was loaded, a reverberating stillness and a brightly-burning sun of gold in my mind as that morning of perfect wildness, just another creature out here in the woods.
No Bridge
Speechless, adjacent to the Grand, Middle, and South Tetons a couple of clicks to the west at about 11,300′. Huss got double-tracked as Nashly responded on this ambient track while I fiddled around with a digital tremolo, trying to learn more about the fine art of the mix.
Shaped By What Cannot Be Seen
photo: light from a blazing and fast-fading November sun beneath a pinus contorta sitting at the edge of a cliff overlooking the open gulf on the west side of Baranof island.
Songs For Chena
August morning coffee and tunes on the banks of the Chena River. Fairbanks, Alaska, 2022.
Yukon
Huge open space and a very loosely defined version of ‘road’ that went on and on, not a hint of human anywhere, including over the AM-radio as it raspberries and hisses with the rolling of the dial. Bring a can or two of spare fuel…