My quiet, unrecognized, coworker who never gets any credit

My quiet, anonymous, coworker of 13 years who never gets any recognition or shares in the credit. When I am home, I actually spend by far the biggest part of every day sitting here at my computer in my office, attached to our garage, and this guy – oh hell, could be a gal for all I know – Is here with me every day, working hard to help me get through it when it seems unbearable. Thirteen years this fish has been with me! Thirteen years! I am finishing up a big project (Kivgiq Uiñiq), and am slipping into burnout stage. No, I am in burnout stage. Been there for a while. I need to take a break pretty soon. I think I will go fishing. Maybe next week. This should be done by then.

Instagram experiment ends – fish gets hooked

I post this from the bridge that crosses the Little Su, about five miles from my house. Behind me is the place I drove Lynx to on Saturday. Tonight, I pedaled my bike down. This ends my Instagram/blog experiment. It was mostly a success and where it failed I believe I now know why and can prevent it from happening in the future. I lose a lot of image quality shooting this way, but it is fun and immediate. I will continue. This gentleman says he lives about 50 feet from the river. The fish got away. I never saw what kind of fish it was.

The Hunt, Fish, Share rally - first glimpse

This is how the rally began - with the Ahtna Dancers taking the stage to do a welcome dance. The rally was held in response to what proved to be a pretty tough summer for many Alaska Native fishers and hunters, in part because of low salmon stocks and in part because of law enforcement agencies enforcing their ways on Native people who fish and and hunt to live, not for sport, with little involvement in the process from Natives, who, on the Kuskowim, staged a protest fishery and found themselves arrested and their nets cut.

I have put together the photographic structure for a story, but have had to delay publication. After the rally ended yesterday, I headed for home but stopped at Jacob and Lavina's to see all my grandchildren, including the two I had not seen for over a month, their parents and to say "hi" to my babysitting wife.

When I got there, I discovered Margie was ill, so I brought her home. She felt worse this morning and so I took her to the doctor. It turned out she was in worse shape than I had imagined. I am sure she will be okay in the medium run but in the short run, she needs some looking out for, so I am putting off finishing this until tomorrow.

I had planned to go the Alaska Federation of Natives Convention tomorrow, but the doc says I had better stay home and watch over my wife. So no AFN for me this year. Wife comes first.

I'm glad this didn't happen while I was traveling.

Breakfast at Abby's; plane, boat and a dilapidated truck to sleep in; the fish and I hung out for over a decade and now its gone

This is the one less fish - a freshwater bala

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