Tarri Thurman has been a metalsmith for 10 years. Originally a hairdresser from Ann Arbor, Michigan, she moved to Alaska in 1995, working a variety of jobs from back hoe operator to arborist to pizza maker.
She sold my first piece of artwork as an apprentice, off the bench, before it was completed.
On their first Christmas together, my parents purchased a simple red aluminum foil star for the top of their small tabletop Christmas tree.
In the snapshot they stand on either side of the tree. The star has a large hole in the center, obviously meant for a tree light to be inserted from the back.
Ah, Thanksgiving. A time for friends and family to gather around the table in love and friendship, so that we may all sit down, say grace, and stuff our faces full of delicious foods drenched in butter and cream.
At this point, what I really should tell you about is this delectable little recipe I am sharing with you for your holiday table. But what I really want to tell you about is how I’m getting a turkey on a plane for Thanksgiving.
We surf all over Alaska. And, the real story is the incredible Alaskan coastline with its immense wilderness areas and awe inspiring weather.
The video series will show what it’s like to venture out into this incredible scenery at times when the weather is not necessarily hospitable.
There comes a time in every woman’s life when her grit, determination, and willpower are put to the test. A time when resolve and fortitude are challenged in a epic battle of skill, creativity, and knowledge.
Of course, I’m talking about the Alaska Sustainable Seafood Cookoff! The Challenge: Four duos battle it out in one hour to produce the best seafood dish for 5 local foodie judges.
My friend Pauline died recently. From the time I heard that she was ill, and since she passed, I spent a lot of time thinking about the dynamo that was Pauline and the times when our paths crossed.
Pauline and I were friends, but not best friends. We didn’t hang out together, giggle about boys, or share our innermost teenage angst. Were we not classmates at Anchorage High School, we most likely never would have met.
With all of the leaves gone, the weather is starting to feel less like fall and more like winter, and I’m somewhat surprised that there is no snow on the ground yet.
I’ve been taking full advantage of the un-frozen earth, however, and am still enjoying the harvests from the garden.
With or without lobster mushrooms (see photo below), this quick, easy seafood soup is one of our wintertime favorites. Other iterations have featured broiled or grilled salmon, smoked salmon, and Alaska shrimp.
We enjoyed this soup with homemade biscuits.
Paramotoring over Eklutna Lake and Twin Peaks near Anchorage, Alaska – the golden fall scenery is amazing in September.
“I packed one suit, two shirts and two ties,” Dad said to Mom the night before he left Portland.
He had accepted a job with the Bureau of Land Management in Anchorage and needed to be presentable for work, but had little room in the old Plymouth for much of anything in addition to camping equipment, food, fishing gear and his beloved guns.
James Gurney’s famed Dinotopia series, enchanting adventures juxtaposing mythical creatures and humans against fantasy backgrounds, morphed into his how-to book, Imaginative Realism.
Imaginative Realism’s sequel is Gurney’s Color and Light. Written in a convenient cookbook style, he imparts artistic elements, rules-of-the-road, that take painters on a journey, becoming keener observers while perfecting their artistic endeavors.
Yup. It has happened again. Summer screamed by, and all of the things I meant to do relative to the flock (relocate the manure pile, enlarge the pen, add a new gate) didn’t get done.
Now it is a mad scramble to get all of the pre-winter preparations done: top off the wood pile, pick low-bush, stock the freezer with moose and ducks (if you are a hunting sort) winterize the car, and clean up the yard.
In mid September, three pilots fly paramotors (powered paragliders) from Bodenburg Butte, near Anchorage Alaska, to the Knik Glacier by way of the Knik River Valley.
With the flooded river valley and fall colors along the way to the glacier it makes for a “Flight of Fantasy”.
It’s hard to believe that September is already here. Every summer I rush around trying to get as much accomplished as I can before the growing season is over, and every summer seems to fly by.
This years garden has a lot more successes then failures, however, and it has me excited for the future!
I’m a bit salmon obsessed of late, and for good reason. You see, after an extremely successful fishing trip in Valdez’s Prince William Sound, I’m a bit salmon-heavy at my house. And frankly, that’s putting it lightly.
It comes down to this: if I don’t eat all this salmon, I can’t fit anything else in my freezer.
In the winter, in the late fifties and early sixties, when construction season in Anchorage was dead and Dad grew bored with painting landscapes, he got out his tripod and the black Graphlex he’d bought at Stewart’s Photo on Fourth Avenue.
The large box-like camera looked like those used by professional photographers, maybe for Life Magazine.