Panos, nice place. Camera movement makes me a little seasick though. You might consider investing in a steadicam.

Bill, I’m late on this, but fantastic work with the trapper in the Brooks range. What an incredible adventure. Great photos and well-written story. Thanks.

Still using the little V1 almost constantly now; hardly ever touch the dslr!

https://picasaweb.google.com/115095641233118226708/TangarakauRiver?authuser=0&authkey=Gv1sRgCNL7o8_qsprwRg&feat=directlink

I’ve got nothing against the “warm look”, quite the contrary I asked the question because I actually want to imitate the look.

I hate snow until it suddenly arrives! :)
Nice photos. How many K did you dial in to get your colour balance?

I felt bad enough that even though yesterday is past, and with it my weekly window to visit and post on burn, that I add this to my comment.

Speaking of snow, we had a snow day here in beautiful Brooklyn. I’d been waiting for just that kind of atmosphere and took a long walk. When I first looked at the photos I was despondent at how poorly I’d captured the colors, so processed them in black and white, hoping to salvage something from my efforts. Took another look the next day and saw how to approach them. Another example, to my mind anyway, how much easier, in general, black and white is vs color.

I am quite fine with the fact the snow drove you away from my post. This world is just too big and varied for any one person to experience much of it, anyway, either first hand or vicariously.

I like your comments about alcohol and writing. I don’t think anyone who is truly drunk can write, period – and I am pretty sure that included Hunter S. Thompson – although drunk writers have undoubtedly put down many notes of vision they have later reworked into masterpieces. Would they have ever penned the kernels to build the masterpieces upon had they not first done so drunk?

Anyway, as part of my campaign to bring my own addiction – the internet – under control, I have limited myself to these one day a week visits. I think today I have probably already typed too much into this dialogue for my own good. I can come back as many times as I want between now and midnight, but maybe I will stop right here, right now, until next Saturday.

Maybe not. By midnight, AST, I will know. By this time tomorrow, it will be ADT so that those in this part of the world, where the glorious time of 24 hour daylight rapidly approaches, can gain yet another hour of daylight.

Now I am going to go take a long walk in the cold air, which well may be colder than any air you have been in all winter, yet is notably warmer than one would expect it to be.

I am in Anaktuvuk Pass right now and I just put up a post which begins with a couple of pictures of on approach to the village, perhaps even at the spot where David’s near-death occurred, along David’s story as I remember it. So, for my weekly check in, I post the link to that post:

http://www.logbookwasilla.com/logbookwasilla/2013/3/9/anaktuvuk-pass-the-approach-where-david-alan-harvey-almost-l.html

And, as to the immediate comments above, I must note that by her picture I would deem Roberta to be as beautiful as any woman I have ever seen. By all she has written, I would say her mind and soul are equally beautiful. Decades ago, I myself, married a beautiful, dark-skinned, raven-haired woman of 100 percent Native American blood.

Yet, the first love of my life had flaming red hair and the very kind of skin Sidney would seem to despise. She was beautiful. She was gorgeous. I agree with Mike. There is no need to denigrate and insult those of one race as a way to praise those of another.