Snowbow over the Chukchi, to speak to whales, invited to a feast, those who adopted me; unseen angels

The Chukchi Sea on a cold

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Momma gets pulled away from brand new baby Nathaniel to go shoot some caribou; they are back together now and there is plenty to eat

About one week ago, Lolo Ahmaogak was home enjoying the

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Logbook: Transition from Barrow to Wainwright - surf, elder and dogs, fresh caribou; a dog named Nanuq

And here's the Chukchi from Wainwright. The surf was

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Walking from Barrow to Browerville - subtle colors in a distant ocean snow flurry

I still have not had a chance to do any picture editing from being out at fall whaling, which I followed again Sunday, or even some of the on-land pictures I have taken recently, like Gilford Mongoyak at Pepe's, where he came to give me a jar of pickled maktak and showed me the pendant made and given to him as a gift by master carver and artist Larry Ahvakana, or of those I took right after of Fran Tate, who founded Pepe's 34 years ago and who had just turned 84 the day before.

It is now official - I will just wait until after I get home. Tomorrow, I go to Wainwright. Friday night, I am scheduled to return home. So sometime after that. It might take a week. It might take two. I will still have plenty of other things I must do.

Still, I figure I need to get some kind of post up, so readers know I haven't given up on my blog altogether, so I grabbed this picture I took of colors shimmering through a distant snow storm over the Chukchi Sea.

Give me enough time and I will get to everything.

Or at least a decent sample of it.

I hope.

Time and volume has a tendency to run over so many of my blogging plans.

From the Savik Boat: the Arctic Ocean on the Beaufort side of Point Barrow, this afternoon at 12:25 PM

I am too tired to write much of anything or even to attempt to explain why I am so tired - but, put in my place, you would be tired, too. Even so, it was grand to be out on the ocean again today - and unexpected, as I had believed we were all done - but, as you can see, here we are, at 12:25 PM, just a bit into the Beaufort Sea side of Nuvuk, or Point Barrow, where the Chukchi and Beaufort meet as one - and not an iceberg in sight. There were plenty of whales about, but just about all were gray whales, not bowheads.

This is not a black and white picture, by the way. It is color. It is how it looked.

And that's it for this post made on the seventh day of October in The Year of Our Lord, 2012.