A rusting hulk of a machine angled over Chicken Creek, calendars from 1967 still hanging on the walls and an assortment of abandoned trailer...

  Lonely little buildings left behind at the edge of the sea, the Russian Eastern Orthodox churches in the Kenai Peninsula point to a little...

The majesty of the bald eagle seemed lost to me. Out on a fishing boat in Ninelchek, they squabbled like crows over bits and pieces from the...

To know trains is to love them. Cross-India sojourns thundering along its central artery west to east and back find favoured status in memor...

  I wandered to Chicken’s cute little Post Office No. 99732 of the US Postal Service, half expecting to burst out into laughter at its token...

  It's pretty close to midnight but the mountains are cold and clear as I look down upon them. The plane circles around the Chugach mo...

  Camou-Fail starring Whitey Whitey decided to sneak out of the house on his own once again. This is him from yesterday morning, und...