Tide, Feather, Snow: A Life in Alaska
"Miranda Weiss's Tide, Feather, Snow is fantastically poetic, her observations are expansive, and the velocity and rhythm during which she writes are perfect.” — Lynne Cox, writer of Grayson and Swimming to Antarctica
"Tide, Feather, Snow is ready the resplendence and subtleties of coastal Alaska, and approximately one woman’s try and be totally found in them. Weiss serves as a talented and poetic witness to a spot present process incessant change." — Anthony Doerr, writer of The Shell Collector
A memoir of relocating to Alaska—and staying—by a author whose reward for writing approximately position and average attractiveness is comparable to John McPhee (Coming into the Country) and Jonathan Raban (Passage to Juneau).
Proposed the relocation of unemployed urbanites and Jewish refugees from Europe to Alaska. a gaggle of Rocky Mountain businessmen shaped an organization to speculate within the plan, yet Alaskans have been vehemently antagonistic. They wanted extra humans at the frontier, they claimed, yet people with “fortitude.” they usually had had adequate of outdoor pursuits plotting their destiny for them. whereas transport off the destitute and 1000's, if no longer millions, of refugees to the North appeared an enticing plan to.
Down within the past due night whilst the temperature dropped and fishing boats back to the harbor. I realized the cycles of the tides and studied the seasons of fish—when to anticipate herring, halibut, hooligan, or salmon. i wanted to understand the variation among a seiner and a longliner, among reds, pinks, silvers, and kings. i wished to grasp the texture of a following sea and the chance of wind opposed to tide. I discovered too that to stay by way of the ocean used to be to be pummeled by means of consistent switch. One hour, you.
The drainage in dare-devil loops. within the backcountry, those routes might kill snowmachiners simply because they prompted avalanches. Up forward, a chain of beaver dams hemmed ice-covered swimming pools. The swimming pools tired right into a reservoir that held the town’s ingesting water. i ended on my skis whilst i noticed a caddisfly crawling around the snow. those part inch-long bugs put on wings tented above their brown our bodies. The sight of this fragile creature crawling around the extensive expanse of snow used to be a reminder.
Snow. once the burnpile cooled, John shaved his beard fresh and commenced development a brand new kayak. I had by no means noticeable his naked face prior to, his skinny higher lip or the expanse of epidermis among his nostril and mouth. He seemed like somebody I didn’t recognize. It was once like erasing a reminiscence and by surprise making a new one. In six weeks, the recent boat used to be performed and John carried it open air into the backyard, the place the grass was once now nearly thoroughly eco-friendly. He decreased himself into the cockpit, rocking the boat on its keel.
gadget into the abdomens of some red-throats. supplied every little thing labored competently and the birds didn’t die within the following couple of months, the implant might display the place the birds migrated, which would yield a clue to why their numbers had declined so precipitously. That day, we have been going to seize the 1st chook. simply because Joel knew all of us desired to watch the surgical procedure, he gave us this present day “off,” which intended shall we linger round camp. all of us knew that trapping and working on those birds was once dicy. In.