The wind is pressing in around me, lapping at my hair and cheeks like a happy puppy. Alaska is happy to see me.
I’ve loaded only one roll of film this morning. Twenty-four chances to capture an Alaskan morning, my Alaskan morning. This very one. One I’ll never have again and nobody else will share it with me unless I get it right. I fumble around with settings and focus, and hope that my sojourn into the film world isn’t a disaster. Breath in that cold, crisp air.
Go.
