Last night I was looking through some photos that Gary took on one of our trips to Independence Mine & Hatcher Pass last year (we went there more than any other place, except maybe save Girdwood and the Eagle River Nature Center), and was struck with a strong burst of love and adoration for my husband. He takes a lot of pictures. He’s a beautiful photographer. I am so deeply appreciative of the photos he took of Independence Mine, so that my stories about Justine, Adam, Blake, the Men in Caves, and now Anna can be fully formed and move through the earth like corporeal beings. I see the walls and plates and stairs. I see the windows. I see the schoolroom. I see the story taking shape and I know how it begins, transpires, and ends.
…and there are so many more! I had forgotten he took so many pictures, and this is just one visit.