More from Marshall - Grabbing a shot of the Hand of God touching the landscape, Denali Ceiling of the Salty Dawg, Homer, AK Campground, uh Marshall might have to help on this ID... Uh, this one, too OK, that makes three
Well, not exactly; however, Marshall has just sent me some of his photographs (from on the road, somewhere in Colorado), and I still have a number of my own to wade through.... Bynum, MT - dinosaur country If some of them look familiar, well, duh, we were traveling together. However, they tend to provide something of "the rest of the story." Fort Nelson, B.C. Crossing into Alaska (northern access) Masonic Lodge, Dawson City Bradford Washburn photograph of The High One in the Eielson Visior Center, Denali Park
Sometimes, I really wonder about Idaho. I mean, I drive out towards "Craters of the Moon" National Monument, about ninety miles east of where I live (and believe me, it is exactly what the name describes), and I have to go through Arco. One thing: when you go through Arco, eat at Pickle's Place. and have the fried pickles. The Park, in front of "Numbers Hill," across from Pickle's Place. The relevance is due to the long-time nuclear energy research done at the Idaho National Research Laboratory, 100 miles southeast.
Marshall and I poked around Valdez, walking the streets and visiting the docks....and decided to have a beer before returning to our campground, which was about twenty miles from the city. We stopped in the bar of a restaurant that overlooked the harbor - and the Boise State - Virginia Tech football game happened to be on.... I overheard a guy at the table next to us, talking about the game - and he was clearly a Boise State fan. I asked him if that was the case, and he enthusiastically asserted that was the case, as he was attending school there (although originally from Cordova, AK). He told me that he thought I might be a fan - because of my orange hat.....which is actually from the Sun Valley Gun Club, which is no longer in existence - I picked it up for a buck at one of the thrift stores....(For those of you who don't know, Boise State's colors are blue and orange - they're the football team with the blue astro turf at home...Matthew Barney, married to Bjork, grew
Ken Josephson is a very cool photogapher, who also has happened to be an influential photographer and important educator. The photo of Denali (below) is an homage to a series of works that he made in which he held postcard views against the site of the original place (as it was, the "new view" did not necessarily match that reality of the postcard - he made photographs of "images within images" for over fifteen years). http://www.tfaoi.com/newsm1/n1m693.htm http://www.berk-edu.com/RESEARCH/ken_josephson/index.html Denali, 2010 Ken was a long-time professor at the Art Institute of Chicago; sometime in the mid-1980s (I'm forgetting the actual year) he did a visiting professor stint at UCLA. From the early 1980s, for about ten years, there was a group of us in LA - photo
Bynum, Montana - where me missed a pig roast by a couple of days. The Salty Dawg in Homer, AK - which could provide the basis for an entire art exhibition (ideally it would be an installation, not just photographs).
More images of the artwork from the World Chainsaw Carving Championship that was held in Chetwynd B.C., in mid-June. Chetwynd has billed itself as the “Chainsaw Sculpture Capitol of the World” since 1987 - the approximately 50 pieces that are annually on display are part of a public art program.
Well, the trip got short by a few days - mostly because of weather. The last few days we got tired of trying to do things in the rain and kept driving; subsequently we covered more ground than we had planned. Final tally for miles covered: 8010 (I also had 430 each way between Hailey and Helena.) Given that we had a full day riding on the bus in Denali (170 miles roundtrip) and a full day on the boat in Seward (100 miles roundtrip) and lost a few half days in other spots, we legged a lot of miles. I'll still be making posts over the next few weeks, as there are opportunities to process more images and fill out texts that presently only exist as notes. Outside the west side of Glacier Park in Montana
We wanted to take the ferry from Seward to Valdez, but ending up driving the route for two reasons: first, the ferry only runs a couple times a week, and the schedule didn't really dovetail with our itinerary (and we couldn't twist it), and b; it would cost us about $500. Hello? So, we made the drive, which was pleasant enough (that translates into half rain, half sun - of course with a few other stops), and found a beautiful campground on one of the mountain ranges ringing the city - Blueberry Lake. We drove down into Valdez, and found what seemed like a slightly depressed town. I only say that because for a city of 4,000 with a great fishing trade and where the pipeline ends, there isn't a whole lot to see outside of the main street and the "other" street facing the docks. Above: the docks facing the mountains Left: Main Street (click for a larger version) Below: Fishing Captains' Humor These are salmon crowding the water's edge near the
When we crossed over the border from the Yukon Territory into Alaska (albeit at a very delayed, slow pace), it was, as it has been most of the trip, drizzling. We bought some groceries ane washed the van in Tok, and headed towards Fairbanks. After passing on one campground (all gravel, lots of construction supplies lying around), we decide to drive up the and thought that the camp sites offered by the Snowhook Club, outside of Delta Junction, sounded promising – smoked meats and spirits. We pulled into an empty campsite (only one other was occupied), and went over to the main building for a beer. The Inn was closed to the public, but was running a private banquet. It was a dinner for Dave Roever who was scheduled to talk at the high school the next day, sponsored by a conglomeration of Delta Junction Christian Fellowship churches. While we sipped beers at the bar, they finished dinner and Dave said a few words. He runs an evangelistical organization out of his home in Texas, and
Friday, as we drove down (south) the western route of Alaska through B.C., we decided to make one last run to the coast - and Alaska. So we turned west and drove toward Stewart and Hyder, which are at the end of the Portland inlet, one of many inlets along the Inland Passage. We had to drive through Stewart to Hyder (it is on a little spit of land, and in late morning was under the shadow of the mountain it is nested against)....It was muddy, a few houses - and the bears, which come down to feed where the river dumps into the inlet, were no-shows. Hyder: Hyder So we came back to Stewart, where there were many people milling around on the street. (Interestingly enough, although we had been in Hyder less than twenty minutes, we got the usual border interrogation from Customs, trying to "re-enter" B.C. We had a great breakfast at the Silverado. I only wish the To
Canada (at least Alberta and British Columbia) seems to have a love affair with A & W Root Beer. Every town with a population over 800 seems to have one (oddly enough, often near the Visitor Center) , and many have two, even three. Is it a Canadian company? Haven't yet tried it again, after thirty plus years....but am about to - now. And hitchhikers. We've probably seen/passed at three to four dozen on the highways of Canada (mostly) and Alaska. Interesting sign of the times.
Whether image or text, reproduction and description of what is real does not have to be literal. There is s fine line between the creation of something that is true, and a mere facsimile of it. All Alaska Gifts shop, Tok Writing is often to imagine new possibilities; ignorance blunts both that potential - and the expansion of thought. Toad River Lodge, B.C. Neecheah Lodge, Bow Lake, Alberta Neither writing or photography should be as weak as taxidermy.
The vast majority of the photographs in this blog have been descriptive; however, there are many others that, as images, are more interesting to me - riding a line between narrative and something else.