Walking from Barrow to Browerville - subtle colors in a distant ocean snow flurry
I still have not had a chance to do any picture editing from being out at fall whaling, which I followed again Sunday, or even some of the on-land pictures I have taken recently, like Gilford Mongoyak at Pepe's, where he came to give me a jar of pickled maktak and showed me the pendant made and given to him as a gift by master carver and artist Larry Ahvakana, or of those I took right after of Fran Tate, who founded Pepe's 34 years ago and who had just turned 84 the day before.
It is now official - I will just wait until after I get home. Tomorrow, I go to Wainwright. Friday night, I am scheduled to return home. So sometime after that. It might take a week. It might take two. I will still have plenty of other things I must do.
Still, I figure I need to get some kind of post up, so readers know I haven't given up on my blog altogether, so I grabbed this picture I took of colors shimmering through a distant snow storm over the Chukchi Sea.
Give me enough time and I will get to everything.
Or at least a decent sample of it.
I hope.
Time and volume has a tendency to run over so many of my blogging plans.
Reader Comments (2)
oh my. what are we seeing here?
looks like rainbow colors without any bow ...??
have a safe trip home Bill
Happy to get some samples of what you are doing! That's a beautiful picture. That doesn't look like a summer storm! Burrrrr....looks like winter is coming! Hope you get home before the snow flies!