Beauty

I live in a strikingly beautiful place. There isn't a day that I'm not aware of that, that something doesn't make me pause, look around, awestruck at a scene before…

I live in a strikingly beautiful place.

There isn't a day that I'm not aware of that, that something doesn't make me pause, look around, awestruck at a scene before me. I can't count the times I've driven back from Victor Bay and the view from the top of the hill down Adam's Sound takes my breath away. One might think that the scenery would be getting tiring after 10 years. but the constantly changing light, the way it plays and accents different features, keeps it all fresh.

Last night, we drove again to Victor Bay, the sea was calm, and the waning light, the glow on the horizon, the iceberg, made you think that you'd never be able to top the scenery spread before you. But as the night deepened, the evening still too young, we headed over to Uluksan.

Leah and Travis stayed at the truck, but Hilary and I walked, hand in hand, to the point. And as I stood beside people's ancient homes, qarmat that were here before the traders, before the whalers, before the missionaries, in a place where people were lived well before Cleopatra lived, I was struck by the beauty about me. Far across Admiralty Inlet, the horizon was edged in pink, that lightened and transformed to a blue that deepened as you followed it across to the opposite horizon.

As we stood there, my daughter and I, Narwhal rose in Adam's Sound, the sound of their breath punctuating the moment. As we turned and walked up to the road, the crescent moon hung over the lights of Arctic Bay. I live in a strikingly beautiful place, and I never tire of the vistas._MG_5845

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