By David Boris An awning of grey, a ridge of green, a wall of wispy white, a scarf wrapped fluttering, but still… ripples running and colliding, endless motion, yet unmoved. Icy tinged blue, a frozen river, again illusory motion and yet solid, a natural highway running up as a pass… Perhaps a gleaming city hidesContinue reading “A Moment in Glacier Bay Alaska”
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