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This tiny cemetery located in the woods of a remote Alaskan site contains the remains of Aleut Eskimos who were relocated to a primitive facility at Funter Bay on Alaska's Inside Passage. Little known, far-less remembered, many of these, kind, sensitive people died there from exposure to the brutal winter elements and bureaucratic neglect. It was a time of war, fear that the Japanese would inhabit their tiny Northern Island on the Bering Sea, all of the inhabitants were relocated "for their own safety." I had a dear friend who was one. Her comments and her memories contained the loss of her mother there, as well as the damage to her "little brother." I adore the Eskimo people and especially my friends Marie and Olga.

A "real" camera, my first, I purchased more than 50 years ago. I didn't intend to become a commercial photographer, but simply to capture what extraordinary compositions I deemed captivating through my magic lenses. My images began to captivate my friends, grew in numbers, and finally admonished me to share my good fortune. I still consider my love of photography to be that of a humble traveler although I have sold and gathered a few kind, "official" kudos along the way. Since that first Minolta, I have lived and traveled the hills of my native California, the fjords and inlets of Southeast Alaska's Inside Passage, and the prairies of Kansas, my current home. My image catalog is finite now, the years have stopped my travels, and Lyme's...