Monday, August 17, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Dawg Music
David Grisman is one of my musical heroes -- a player rooted in traditional music who has created his own genre, which has been described as incorporating strains of Django/Stefan Grappelli style jazz and Grateful Dead folk-rock with traditional bluegrass. Grisman just played the Egyptian Theatre, which was one of many Egyptian-themed movie theaters built across the country in the 1920s in the wake of the King Tut tomb discovery and a general Egyptian mania. So here's an audience of Westerners listening to a bluegrass/jazz/rock mandolin player from Hackensack, New Jersey by way of California under a panel of scarab beetles and Pharos. We finished the concert and had dinner at Bar Gernika, the Basque bar down the street.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Fingerlings

The lake at 9,700-feet in elevation was filled with very hungry Brook trout -- too many for the amount of food available. So we did them a favor and reduced the population by five. My friend Lee used his fingers as a stringer to carry our catch up to camp. A few hours later they were browning in olive oil with slivers of sweet onion.
Friday, July 24, 2009
From the ashes
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Alaska Terminal Polar Bear

I had finished a two-week raft trip down the Tatshenshini and Alsek Rivers and was in the Juneau airport awaiting my flight home when I encountered the polar bear under glass. This had been my second Tatshenshini trip, and in just the 8 years since my first, the glacial retreat along the river was noticeable. Further north where the polar bears roamed, the ice was also thinning and shrinking, leaving the bears no where to go -- except perhaps to live under Plexiglas. The whole peculiar diorama of this once-living bear now stuffed and framed by a trash can, courtesy phone, restrooms and a photo mural of its melting habitat seemed to say a lot about our inadvertent attitude toward nature.
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