Whether sifting through sand, or scrambling over a rocky shore, it's about finding treasures in every day. 


A walk with snowy trees.

There is a whole bunch of heat missing. I think that it went south for the winter, leaving the water here to change form in hundreds of ways. It is more than the popped rain falling from the sky to coat trees and soften the earth.

Icicles on a cliff.

Our Southeast Alaska winter, freezing and thawing and freezing again, creates icicles and other sculptures to reflect on and relate to.

All of the stately, tapered icicles, understanding their path toward gravity and taking the journey seriously, create a lovely sight.

Busy icicles.

Then there are the icicles that I completely identify with. The three curious ones are me and two friends, exploring life in a random fashion, looking here and getting distracted there. I love these icicles.

“Okay, we have most of the day,” my friend says, “what would you like to do?”

“Paint a silk scarf, pick some medicinal plants from the woods, catch a trout from Thom’s Creek, oh look! The tide is out! Let’s go beachcombing first and do all that other stuff after lunch.” Hahaha, after lunch I will want to bead a necklace, split firewood, and collect wild edible mushrooms. My friends have lots of interests, too, and we might end up sighting in rifles or taking their dog to swim in a lake or working on the cabin they are building. 

Some icicles just get distracted...or have a lot of interests...or are curious about what is out there besides gravity.

It is the eve of winter solstice, and the sun shown. Actually it peeked between mountain peaks on its low arc from southeast to southwest. Hubby and I started driving to town, but on the third…okay, fourth, stop for me to jump out of the truck and take pictures he suggested that we go the two miles back and so that he could get the other vehicle and make it to town before the sun set. We did, and I had a few hours to gather images to share with you.

Downtown Wrangell is just around that dark point on the right.

Have you ever felt like this?

Blueberry branch encased in ice.

This is a six year old spruce tree. It is knocking on the door and asking to come in and get a cup of hot chocolate. 

Near sunset I went out by the airport to look across the Stikine River flats at the mountains on the mainland. Yep, you can see the view below from the airport in Wrangell. Um, well, when the weather is clear.

Water spattering down from a cliff formed the bubbly-looking ice sculpture below.

Ice formation

Wishing you a warm winter solstice!

Alaska Beachcomber