One afternoon at the beach, I met with a murder (or mob… I think I prefer mob…) of crows. I flew amongst their midst and was accepted. *No audio, it was such a windy day all you could hear on the video was wind. tara caribou | ©2021 video by me
It’s no secret I’m a night owl. I could probably count the number of sunrises I’ve actually seen on two hands… I might be exaggerating, because where I live here in Alaska in summer, sunrise and sunset aren’t too far apart. I’ve been awake to witness the rise about the time I’m going to sleep… […]
It was cold. Really cold. In fact, it hadn’t been over negative Fahrenheit for over a month, and it was only January. Winter lasts a long time in Alaska. It would be another two months before it would raise past single digits. Just a few days prior I had suffered a traumatic physical experience which […]
Wait up, hold up, it’s 20 of my favorite photos I took in December. I hope you enjoy. Super high tide. Foamy. At a rest stop in the mountains. I love the snow. More please. I like the seaweed in the crash. Almost a halo. Ice crystals in the air. Last moon of the year. […]
I became whole and completely disintegrated when your soul washed over mine.
Hey friends. How are you? I haven’t forgotten about you… I really haven’t. But what I HAVE been doing is fishing and other Alaskan subsistence things. In lieu of actually writing… I hope you’ll accept some photos as penance for my lack of reading all your fine works. I’ll be back into the swing of […]
laying my head upon the sand I absorb my surroundings eyes closed the salty breeze dancing over my skin gulls wheel and cry, waves caress the shore curling over, rolling under, churning then pulling away the motion rocks me to my core, soothes me, romances me opening my eyes I look up at the heavens […]
Black and white only. No explanations. All photos mine. ~tara ©2020
I’ve been spending as much time as I can on my beach, letting the quiet soak into my bones and its peace cover my soul. I have a narrow road to recovery but it is these moments that I find myself able to heal, little pieces at a time. Parts of me feeling betrayed. Parts […]
There aren’t many places in the world that make me happy more consistently than the ocean. Or, perhaps, the beach by the ocean (because let’s face it, I’m not out in the water… it’s Alaska, for Pete’s sake). It’s the smell in the air. The wide open spaces. The sounds of seagulls and eagles screeching. […]
