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Tuesday, December 30, 2025
Static Crush
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18th November 2008, Boston For reasons not very specific, certain objects acquire an importance beyond what mere frequency of encounter shou...
Shivers
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7th April 2009, Boston , USA Quite distant from the horrors spatially and chronologically, a quote often read before but now seen carved in ...
Quiet
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6th December 2008, Taunton, Massachusetts The crunch of the shoes is not unlike gravel once I give it a few hours but when fresh, it gives m...
Tuesday, December 29, 2020
Still Here: Notes from the Last Frontier
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Their first appearance in my life was as the savages whose throats Buck (the dog hero of Call of the Wild) tears to avenge his last and most...
Starstruck: Notes from the Last Frontier
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Everyone was smiling. And I mean everyone. The trainers, the audience and the dogs. This wasn’t a performance. This was happiness on loop. A...
Palaeo Goats: Notes from the Last Frontier
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I went looking for giant vegetables but came back remembering the stares. Palmer in the Matanuska Valley of Alaska is known for world recor...
A Familiar Fire: Notes from the Last Frontier
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Glenn Highway wasn't something which I had imagined Alaska would be. It was green, it was watery, it was lush in an almost tropical way...
Eternal Sunshine: Notes from the Last Frontier
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Mountain. Sea. River. Rock. The road weaves past them supporting me and my ever-widening eyes. The sun in May does not take a break and doe...
Odds and Ends: Notes from the Last Frontier
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Valdez. Val-deez. Just pronouncing the name sent me away to Spain. This wasn’t Spain of course but it was Alaska’s Spain connection. The t...
Snow, Ice and Solitude: Notes from the Last Frontier
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There is a clear difference between wildness and emptiness. Driving through the Thompson Pass towards Valdez was my first proper experienc...
Forever Free: Notes from the Last Frontier
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Denali had given us almost everything that day. Consolation has its own way of torture by being insufficient, fragile and inherently feebl...
Mama. Bear.: Notes from the Last Frontier
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Denali National Park was proof of concept - with snowy massifs separated by infinitely wide valleys, patchworks of colour packed with beasts...
Offtrack Beauties: Notes from the Last Frontier
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To spend an extra day at Chicken was to give up on my dream of seeing the Yukon, a river whose name rings of adventure. The road to Eagle on...
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