March 23, 2006

  Alaska

Wyatt in Juneau
A Daily Photo Essay of My Journey

There was something humbling about walking among the former giants that were once a forest but now sit stationary in a frozen lake. I knew that I was the only person around for many miles and the only sound was the crunching of snow that covered the ice. Some of these trees were 2 or 3 feet in diameter and made me feel small.