Still of the Night Canvas Print

It was somewhere around 2:00 AM in Sitka, Alaska. We had just returned from a long, successful voyage into Lituya Bay, and our party of Brits was leaving the next day. We were so reluctant to let go. We slipped outside to reminisce just as the running lights of a fishing vessel behind us came on as they prepared to leave the harbor for the fishing grounds. My lens captured the exact image, as you see it here. My astonishment was that I managed to get the focus!

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...