There is something about this time of year that always tugs at my soul.
When I left Alaska back in 2016 I knew that mid-August into September would always make my heart ache for my first home.
There’s something that’s a mix of magic and poignancy about the way the tundra begins to turn cranberry and the leaves go from verdant green to an olive that foreshadows the yellow to gold to bronze soon to come…
Read More