
Mallards in the Snow
Not all Alaska ducks fly south for the winter. If food and open water are available hardy waterfowl such as … Continue reading Mallards in the Snow
Not all Alaska ducks fly south for the winter. If food and open water are available hardy waterfowl such as … Continue reading Mallards in the Snow
Behold the bohemian waxwing, a lovely bird deserving much better than my reckless punnery. Common this time of year in … Continue reading Waxwing Poetic
By Ken Marsh Here in Alaska our moose, Alces alces gigas, are icons. The subspecies designation gigas is Latin for … Continue reading Forest King
By Ken Marsh “There is something inscrutably satisfying about finding a good patch of morel mushrooms that travels far beyond … Continue reading Morel Passion
No luck this morning on my annual quest for Morchella, but it’s early yet. The springtime dance has barely started here at north latitude 61.2 degrees. We’re getting close, though. The birch buds are just one sunny afternoon away from popping the country into an explosion of green. The morels will appear soon after, but for now signs of the season can be found in the arrival of winged things. Continue reading Spring Update: Waterfowl
The hike begins early in the morning, around 5:30 for we with creatures to meet and places three miles up … Continue reading The Alpine News
It’s happening already. Springtime has barely arrived and I’m already so busy outdoors hiking, photographing, and watching nature that I’m … Continue reading Spring Dispatch
So last week’s subzero temperatures finally vanished. Overnight. And just like that the snow started melting as days warmed into … Continue reading And Just Like that, Spring Was Here
Just over a week ago, the temperatures in Anchorage were dipping below zero degrees F. This white-tailed ptarmigan tried to … Continue reading Snow White & Waiting for Spring
To greater or lesser extents, Alaskans depend upon rivers to lead us to our homes, livelihoods, recreation, and food sources as surely as citizens of Seattle, Los Angeles, Memphis or Pittsburg rely upon freeways to access the same things. Continue reading Three-Thousand Rivers