“Moving among a stand of cottonwoods, I notice a summertime ‘blizzard’ all around me. Tufts of cotton released by the trees are backlit by the sun and they’ve become radiant, glowing, floating points of light, drifting unhurried through the forest. I stand transfixed, as if transported into a galaxy of stars.”

-- Turnagain Arm Trail Journal, July 13, 1998 entry

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