I’ve been in Sitka, Alaska for nearly a week. Most of that week was spent at a remote Forest Service cabin that we took a small motor boat out to. It’s about 5 miles off shore and completely cut off. We lost cell service before we even left the main island of Sitka, and I really felt the strangeness of being separate from the rest of the world - we realized that whole cities could have been leveled, the drinking water of New York poisoned, earthquakes, fires, etc and we wouldn’t have known otherwise.
It’s wetter and colder than it was when I arrived last year, and the plant life around here is deeply happy, radiating a low, dark hum of green happiness. I can feel the devil’s club plants vibrating as I job past them in the morning.
I visited my old studio from last year, where I played piano and wrote letters. It filled me with intense melancholy at first, though now the building is just familiar to me. The power plant in which I recorded “Double Alaska” is currently under heavy construction and will probably not be recognizable by the time summer’s out.
The top of Harbor Mountain this week was absolutely insane. The colors are not doctored or adjusted in any way. That’s real life.
I do things here - I read, I go for runs, I practice music, I drink a cup of coffee with purpose, I cook, and I call people on the phone. I walk and I look carefully at trees in the wind. I hear things. I sleep. I dream.
I have something like 50+ days left in this place. Looking to make the most of it. More posts to come.