into the wild

i am on an adven­ture this week with my lit­tle bro. we have already spot­ted 13 glac­i­ers, which reflect blue because it is the short­est wave­length of color. the other col­ors all frac­tal­late into infin­ity in the ice crys­tals of the past and future. i learned that there was a mini ice age in 1813 (temps dropped 3 degrees or so) and a cer­tain exit glac­ier flowed hun­dreds of feet closer to seward alaska. glac­i­ers are slow mov­ing rivers of ice– they recede about 1000 ft a year or so in this time of global warm­ing. pio­neer species such as aspen and birch grow up where they once were, shed­ding leaves until a lay­ers of soil forms on the ground and the ecosys­tem can sup­port more forms of life. i am read­ing into the wild, there are old blue school buses every­where in alaska! and lots of beard­eds headed every­where.. there is a gale brew­ing, the mid­nite sun col­ored sky vibrates greys and the myth of cari­bou. i saw a blak bear from 50 yards away. barry lopez would call the eye con­tact, the delib­er­a­tion, the back and forth between two species when they meet in the wild, the con­ver­sa­tion of death. our con­ver­sa­tion ended in the the bear flee­ing. i saw her later on the moun­tain­side with her two cubs. society.