There are times when the darkness is just too great, too powerful, too overwhelming. There are times.
There are times when the light just flows in, flows around, flows through me, you, we.
There are times.
There are times when I’m blinded by the darkness, by the light, by the EVERYthing
There are times.
There are times when you don’t understand, I don’t understand, we cry.
And then . . .
There is the you of it. There is the me of it. There is the we of it.
Those times? Those are the times I love best.
Introspection and peace is what VV sought from family camp. It’s hard to explain the whys and hows and such.
I turn towards Redoubt
Rising pinkly against blue sky
The tide rolls in
The silver of dip nets
Sparkle with water drops
Then a cry triumphant
Rings out against the dawn
For three weeks in July the mouth of the Kenai River boils with red salmon. Fish and Game opens a subsistence style fishery for Alaskans. I’ve been following it with pictures on facebook. The above is written for the weekend Trifecta challenge of COLOR.
She flapped her arms as the cloud of insects swarmed over her head. “Miserable beasts!”
Derek hid a smile. This was the first crack in Katherine’s armor he’d ever seen.
Surprisingly, fishing had been her idea. He was country; loved to fish and hunt. Katherine had grown up in a more urban setting; loved frou-frou things like mani-pedis.
When she suggested they head to the Russian River to fish he simply said, “I’ll get the gear ready. Pack a lunch will you?”
Mosquitoes outnumbered salmon as they packed to leave.
“Can we come back sometime?”
“For you, my Katie love, anything!”
The fish are in, the fish are in, the fish are in! Craziness has settled onto “the Kenai” because the fish are in.
This post is written in response to TWO prompts . . . aren’t I just the adventurous one???? The trifecta editors asked for CRACK and Velvet Verbosity asked for FLAPPED.
Thank you to the editors at trifecta who chose my 3 Little Words as the top finisher. It is my first FIRST place! I am honored.
And, just for VV whose McShirty has just undergone hip surgery, and who wanted a margarita emailed . . . I hope this will help:
It is that time of year in small town ‘laska . . . dipnetting season. For less than three weeks hordes of ‘laskans head to my end of the state. They come with old clothes, waders, huge nets, coolers, and an enormous appetite for spending hours standing in frigid water up to their ‘pits seeking the ever elusive red salmon.
At the same time they seek reds local setnetters are, well . . . setting their nets and driftnetters are . . . drifting in Cook Inlet. The “sport” fishing guides are guiding their clients up and down the Kenai River in search of king salmon, but will take their share of reds as well.
And, I? I, whose hubby dislikes anything that swims (gasp!!) being offered to him on his dinner plate? I, who grew up with and LOVE eating fish (good old catholic background – fish on Fridays – to be blamed for that)? I, am relegated to watching from above . . . watching and taking pictures.
You can find them at my facebook home, but I will share a few with you here also.
click for larger view, of course
And . . . for your viewing pleasure . . . Mt Redoubt in my rearview
Mama moose nurse babies in the middle of the road. Nearby farms have baby llamas and foals. My grands and I go to the beach.
Summertime Alaska is short, sweet, too soon gone.
The trifecta weekend challenge
is on summer. We cram so much into Alaska’s short summers that it is hard to describe in just 33 words. So, I picked a few of my favorite things that I’ve gotten pics of so far. As always, click for larger versions