
Death I know that there are no words to make death better and so, I often remain silent for too long when people I know suffer a loss.
Death I know that there are no words to make death better and so, I often remain silent for too long when people I know suffer a loss.
Then Cooper Island seems a lifetime ago, the light, the endless bird calls, the sand, the cold and eternal, infernal wind. They are far away now. I returned to Cooper the following […]
Part 26, last days of Cooper 28 Aug I buried myself in books the last few days. The wind has been fierce, increasing through the day yesterday and last night. It was […]
Part 24, plumb tuckered out 17 Aug Back to Cooper – gray day with passing showers, and mist, but pretty mild temp and little wind until this evening. Now it seems to […]
Part 23, the dog days of summer 14 August 2000 What a grim day. I went through the whole colony, nest site by nest site. There are many dead and dying chicks; […]
Part 22, A storm is coming in 9 Aug The wind finally dropped off this evening. It was strong earlier in the day – 30-35mph. WooHoo! I spent a lot of the […]
Part 21, Cooper time – night divides the day 5 Aug I half dragged myself out of bed this morning at 0630. Had just gotten my pants and socks on and was […]
I started this Cooper Island series back in February 2018 with a post from 29 July 2000, Sensory Deprivation, that chronologically fits here. Part 20, another trip abroad 31 July 2000 I just […]
Part 18. Summer slides by in the Arctic 19 July I couldn’t keep my eyes open to read and passed out at 0100 but woke at 0300, and again at 5, and […]
Part 11. The summer of abnormal distribution, fried radios, and a translucent moon progresses in the Arctic Ocean. 21 June Yesterday was a long day, and I never got to write. We continued confirming […]