I went out to see what I could see and I settled into one of my photo haunts south of town. It looked like the sunset might light up, but it did not. There was no disappointment on my part. The typhoons of the pacific are spinning moisture this way, and it shifts the light through a trillion and more micro droplets that hang in the air. This night it was a blue filter, as blue as blue can be.
It is this type of mood, this change up, this reveal of nature that I come out here for.
Living here in sight of the giants that we hope keep sleeping is an experience to me. You may think that Alaska is a far away place to you but it really isn’t. One eruption of one of these explosive volcanoes could bring your world as well as mine to its knees or much more, and there is nothing at all in our power that can change, let alone predict it. This is in spite, it seems to me, of our arrogance of feeling in control of our little worlds.
It is both humbling and uplifting to me to be in proximity to such power. To be such a tiny and frail being amongst such mighty wonder.
It is as if I being a wildebeest in the heart of the Serengeti I would suppose, hoping the lion has a full belly for now, and there is another day ahead.
But for now, it is a deep blue, dead calm scene, as I take my few photos.
A sea so calm I want to be out there in my kayak, a blue so deep I think deeply and contemplate things like hope, calm, peace and love.
Tomorrow the storm may rage, the lion will kill, the world may end.
But on this night, is the deep blue peace of mother ocean.
It is really enough for now, at least for me.