Sunday, September 21, 2008
Bears
My apologies for being gone for so long... the intrusions of life just seem to keep happening. Here are some more pictures from the trip to Tenakee Springs, AK
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Survivors of Captain Tuck's Eco-Fishing Boot Camp
First meet the man, the myth, the legend, Captain Tuck Harry...
Feared by men, revered by fish and obeyed by all!!
Some of his temporary crew... those who could not survive a full season of boot camp, but only stuck around for the holiday weekend!! 
First among the survivors there's Wonderful Wyatt, Warrior Bait Boy....
Labouring by day
Compelled to party all night
And his faithful sidekick, Tucker, the Gallant and Delightful...
Able to hold up fish larger than himself
And always ready with a smile and a halibut steak...
And then there's CinderLisa, the Princess of Tenakee Springs; enslaved by the evil Darth Tuck...
But when all's said and done, at the end of the season, the survivors of CPT Tuck's Eco-Fishing Boot Camp are stronger, better, faster...
... and pretty well fed!!!
The World I leave In My Wake
Watching the world I leave in my wakePondering what it all meant
Knowing I cannot pass there again
Believing it time well spent
Watching the world I leave in my wakeWatching it all hurry by
Moments of joy and moments of love
Times when I sat down to cry
Watching the world I leave in my wake
A wake that rolls on and on
And yet my reflection lingers still
Long after the wake is gone
A wake that rolls on and on
And yet my reflection lingers still
Long after the wake is gone
Watching the world I leave in my wake
I ask something in your name
Make the world I leave in my wake
Better than before I came
I ask something in your name
Make the world I leave in my wake
Better than before I came
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Tenakee Springs, AK
Coming into Tenakee Springs on the float plane:
The Gateway To Tenakee Springs, AK
Tenakee Harbor
The Gateway To Tenakee Springs, AKTenakee Harbor
A stroll down the main drag of Tenakee Springs
The Burial Island
Take a walk on the wild side with some of the locals
And a bit more civilized approach works, too, in Tenakee Springs!
The Man Who Whistled Down the Wind
He understands the way fish think,
The sea, the clouds, the rain.
He knows where whales will bubble-feed,
And when they’ll come again.
I’ve seen him do so many things,
The list could have no end;
But nothing else can top the day
He whistled down the wind.
He stood out on the back deck rail
And whistled, sharp and shrill,
He threw the salmon scraps aloft
And everything grew still
For silently, on night black wings,
Both head and tail a’ gleam,
The wind incarnate fell to earth;
And then I heard it scream.
It lingered but a moment there,
Where land and sea both end,
And left me awed beside the man
Who’d whistled down the wind.
The sea, the clouds, the rain.
He knows where whales will bubble-feed,
And when they’ll come again.
I’ve seen him do so many things,
The list could have no end;
But nothing else can top the day
He whistled down the wind.
He stood out on the back deck rail
And whistled, sharp and shrill,
He threw the salmon scraps aloft
And everything grew still
For silently, on night black wings,
Both head and tail a’ gleam,
The wind incarnate fell to earth;
And then I heard it scream.
It lingered but a moment there,
Where land and sea both end,
And left me awed beside the man
Who’d whistled down the wind.
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