Some wonder about my sanity. “Why are you photographing rocks when all the beauty of Alaska is before you?” they ask. My response varies from “Because they are beautiful!” to “I do the same thing around the world!” Or I just let it go.
Rocks, for me, are part of the soul of life on Earth. I’m not a geologist and I appreciate what I see both because of the little I do know about the science as well as what I don’t. Who can stand on something that is millions of years old and not? How can I hold in my hand a simple piece of quartz that was once liquid somewhere deep in the Earth’s crust?
So…I often make photographs of rocks, and I do it simply because I love to look at them.
When my friend Rob and I were in Alaska last summer we visited Kodiak Island where our gracious hosts, the Popeks, took us by boat and truck to many stunningly beautiful spots. Among them was this steep, stony beach on Whale Island—clearly visited more often by Sea Otters than humans.
(An aside: my thoughts these past weeks have often turned to the grounding of Shell’s huge oil drilling rig, Kulluk, a hundred miles or so to the south on a similar beach. It is now in a nearby safe harbor but one can only imagine the next rounds of danger for the environment.)
The wild flowers and rocks, along with the fine company and the picnic in the beach, were all part of the magic of this distant place. Here are a few photographs of rocks.