Colonialism is the cousin of slavery.

We are fortunate to live here in Alaska: the number of outstanding landscapes in this area is staggering. I am never not in awe.

It doesn’t seem to matter how many times we visit the same areas because the area constantly evolves and there is always something new to see.

Yet, I’m often unsure if in this context ‘fortunate’ is the right word. Its consideration is an exercise in self-awareness, an attempt at applying just the right amount of respect for my access here without self-loathing. A comfortable balance between acknowledgment and apathy seems difficult, and I wonder if the effort is at all meaningful.