I noticed this evening that the leaves are largely gone. Summer is a blur. The water’s still on at the cabin; it’s time to get some bales for around the bath house. And now I find myself clicking through Alaska pictures I took four months and a lifetime ago. With Porchlight in full swing, it’s great to have the distant touchstone, even if the irony of flying around the world to watch glaciers melt isn’t lost on me. These pictures just don’t capture the scale. Three hundred feet of thousand year old ice pinching down between two mountains to the sea, chunks the size of bungalows busting off and falling into the water. Awesome.