Photos from the great north . . .

With the fall approaching, colors beginning to change, rafting season slowing down, and free time starting to peak her little head around the corner, I've managed to collect a few images worth sharing from the luxurious Denali Park and surrounding areas.


An alaskan summer night-time is more like a perpetual sunrise, never quite getting dark but full of colors.
The fireweed flower blooms from the bottom up, then looses its petals in the same fashion. When the petals are all gone, fall is here and the fireweed turns fire red.
Can you skin a griz cowboy???
Sometimes even us raft guides try to blend in with the waddies, hanging out in fancy hotel porch's pretending like we're supposed to be there, drinking some of that brown drink, overlooking the nenana river and thousands of miles pristine wilderness.


p.s.--where the hell is talkeetna???