Photo by Tyler Lausten     Letter from Alaska to home, which means you, my cowboy son, home in my stead while your brother and I traipse through the wilds of Alaska without you in body, but with you in spirit. Here you would find that other part of yourself, the part that … Continue reading →

A moose’s upper lip, stronger than a horse’s, reaches to grasp last summer’s dried growth on the tops of narrowleaf willows, and strips the branches clean. White spruce take two years to produce pinecones and seeds, of which only about three percent will germinate. Spring comes to the trees by way of 32-degree-and-upwards soil temperatures. … Continue reading →

“A caribou’s hind feet are smaller than its front feet.” “Snowshoe hares have dwindled in number dramatically.” Northern lights: Tyler sees green when I see white. The camera shows green. When someone says how dry Alaska is, ask him or her, compared to what? Anchorage and Talkeetna and Denali National Park are not dry compared … Continue reading →

My job as Artist-in-Residence here at Denali National Park and Preserve is to write. Yet rarely have I found myself so wordless. Today Tyler and I went to Savage Cabin to meet with a botanist and the other Artist-in-Residence, Sara Tabbert. Sara is a printmaker whose carved woodblocks carry the depth and texture of the natural world … Continue reading →