A trip to Whittier, Alaska
It's been a while since I took the camera out and took some shots. After the climbing road trip I just didn't have the same drive. Instead I had the drive to finish the rock climbing guidebook I had been working on. So now that it is just about finished and I am waiting for quotes I figure I should the camera out and knock some dust off of it.
Shasta and I took of down to Whittier, Alaska and decided to make a photo date out of it. I just got her a 20d for Christmas so she is trying it out and although I have not been able to coax her into an account on dgrin yet, shes doing great with her photo's.
We drove into the heart of town and decided to shoot some of the scenery. I thought this tower had an odd look to it...
Although many of the shops windows had open signs we began to think that they were not as they said. For instance, if I had wanted to kayak this day I think I would have been out of luck.
Even the Hobo Bay trading co. is having rough times.
Not always the sign you would think of when you think "Tacos".
We dropped down into the Harbor, mainly because it is the focus of the town, where we were told "You don't get many days like this. Its a beautiful day."
Some of the fishing ships were resting their engines.
Others seemed as though they had been around for quite some time. Rest had turned to sleep, a sleep that turned into years.
\
The water was beautifully clear.
Many ships had their anchors drawn and their sails deflated. They ached for the touch of saltwater and the hint of breeze as the keel glided across the surface.
It can be lonely on the docks.
Sometimes it's only footprints that remain.
Or mussels on a long forgotten buoy.
In time the ropes will move again, brushing through as drops of water rain down the side of the boat.
And they will sleep no more.
We crossed this portly fellow and had a difficult time discovering his handicap. I suppose it could be the lack of opposable thumb.
We began to think this town was strange and that was not eased by the discovery of several caribou. They certainly do not have a migratory path here in this mountain, oceanside town of Whittier.
He seemed a bit confused to it as well.
We looked deep into his eyes and saw ourselves. We are also strange animals who have been delivered to somewhere we did not begin.
We ended out photo trip with a view of Tradition, a large boat seemingly waiting for the tide much to high. Perhaps it tried to evolve and be the first fish to escape the sea.
Thank you!
Shasta and I took of down to Whittier, Alaska and decided to make a photo date out of it. I just got her a 20d for Christmas so she is trying it out and although I have not been able to coax her into an account on dgrin yet, shes doing great with her photo's.
We drove into the heart of town and decided to shoot some of the scenery. I thought this tower had an odd look to it...
Although many of the shops windows had open signs we began to think that they were not as they said. For instance, if I had wanted to kayak this day I think I would have been out of luck.
Even the Hobo Bay trading co. is having rough times.
Not always the sign you would think of when you think "Tacos".
We dropped down into the Harbor, mainly because it is the focus of the town, where we were told "You don't get many days like this. Its a beautiful day."
Some of the fishing ships were resting their engines.
Others seemed as though they had been around for quite some time. Rest had turned to sleep, a sleep that turned into years.
\
The water was beautifully clear.
Many ships had their anchors drawn and their sails deflated. They ached for the touch of saltwater and the hint of breeze as the keel glided across the surface.
It can be lonely on the docks.
Sometimes it's only footprints that remain.
Or mussels on a long forgotten buoy.
In time the ropes will move again, brushing through as drops of water rain down the side of the boat.
And they will sleep no more.
We crossed this portly fellow and had a difficult time discovering his handicap. I suppose it could be the lack of opposable thumb.
We began to think this town was strange and that was not eased by the discovery of several caribou. They certainly do not have a migratory path here in this mountain, oceanside town of Whittier.
He seemed a bit confused to it as well.
We looked deep into his eyes and saw ourselves. We are also strange animals who have been delivered to somewhere we did not begin.
We ended out photo trip with a view of Tradition, a large boat seemingly waiting for the tide much to high. Perhaps it tried to evolve and be the first fish to escape the sea.
Thank you!
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