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Tag: About Me
Salmon Fishing in July
Set-net salmon fishing from this year. We set the net a couple hours before high tide and pull it in whenever we know there’s a few salmon caught. We do this until a few hours past high tide. There 1-2 high tides a day,… Continue Reading “Salmon Fishing in July”
Another Art Posting
Here’s a few pieces I’ve done this month, not including business artwork. Some of these are available for sale on my Society6 page, where you can get high-quality artwork printed on a variety of items such as phone covers, puzzles, mugs, wall art, rugs,… Continue Reading “Another Art Posting”
20 Things I’m Thankful for Today
I was reading another blogger’s post earlier titled the very same thing and I thought, yep, that’s what I need to do this morning. In times of distress and anxiety, I find it best to do this: remain ever grateful. Winter in Alaska The… Continue Reading “20 Things I’m Thankful for Today”
Thoughts on a Windy November Afternoon
For nineteen years, I was beat and belittled into quiet submission. I was trained to understand I would never measure up. I laughed too loud, I talked too much, I read the wrong things, I didn’t fit in, I didn’t understand my peers. I… Continue Reading “Thoughts on a Windy November Afternoon”
Berry Picking Photography
Well, it’s definitely that time of year here in my part of Alaska: berry picking. And boy has it been a great year for berries. I had to put the brakes on my nearly daily forays into the woods/muskeg due to the fact that… Continue Reading “Berry Picking Photography”
Under the Sheets, In My Head
I pull the sheets up to my chin. There are monsters here, but they aren’t out there. No, they reside within. Snapping their powerful jaws and flexing their pointed claws. They dig inside my brain and find all the worst parts of me. “You… Continue Reading “Under the Sheets, In My Head”
Ten Years
Ten years. Damn. It doesn’t feel like ten years. My body remembers. Remembers like it was a few months ago. My chest remembers. The ache. The brokenness. The questions. The tears… oh god, the tears. Somehow it was my fault, I’m sure of it.… Continue Reading “Ten Years”
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