My Blog Reports of my trip to Greenland are slowly winding down. The trip was powerful in its ability to remind me of our times living in Anchorage in the late 60's. One of the first flowers that I recognized in Greenland was an old friend from Alaska - Arctic Cotton. Here is a classic portrait of Jan and our older boys in an entire field of Arctic Cotton in 1967.
In the wilds of Alaska we combined artistic ingenuity with the need for handling life's challenges. Our neighbor Barbara Myers painted flowers on this useful art object. We learned from the old 'acrylic paint on the bottom' lesson why the old masters used several coats of sealer to protect their art work. Once the art was sealed it was eminently successful and highly utilitarian.In fact we never left home without it.This is the young Queen on the ice pack at the village of Point Hope Alaska in June of 1970.This is the happy couple under some massive whale bones in the coastal whaling village of Point Hope. It is no wonder that I had a longing for the arctic through the years that came to fruition with multiple Canoe Expeditions to Arctic Canada and this summers trip to Greenland.
..... There's a land where the mountains are nameless,And the rivers all run God knows where;There are lives that are erring and aimless,And deaths that just hang by a hair;There are hardships that nobody reckons;There are valleys unpeopled and still;There's a land—oh, it beckons and beckons,And I want to go back—and I will. .....It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder,
It's the forests where silence has lease;It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder,It's the stillness that fills me with peace.Robert W. Service The Spell of the Yukon