And I'm off, flying south to warmer climes.
What? Cold there?
But, I have it on good authority that's it's summer in Antarctica.
See you this Thanksgiving.
|The shambles of the Officer's Club, with the "tree" at far right end of building.|
|No trees on Amchitka, but an abundance of wildflowers.|
|The concrete plug over the 6000 foot deep Cannikin shaft, site of the world's largest underground nuclear test.|
|THE fog comes|
|on little cat feet.|
|It sits looking|
|over harbor and city|
|on silent haunches|
|and then moves on.|
|Along Trail Lake|
|Cottonwood in its glory.|
|Bald eagle against ridge on mountain just becoming visible.|
|Two swans, two cygnets.|
|One swan, two cygnets.|
|Swan stretching its wings, cygnet behiind it.|