Saturday. n the seventh day of the week; before Sunday.
Morning. n 1. The first or early part of the day, lasting from midnight to noon or from sunrise to noon. 2. The dawn. 3. The first or early part; the beginning: the morning of a new nation.
This year, alongside an incredible group of photographers, we are documenting our Saturday mornings.
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Saturday. n the seventh day of the week; before Sunday.
Morning. n 1. The first or early part of the day, lasting from midnight to noon or from sunrise to noon. 2. The dawn. 3. The first or early part; the beginning: the morning of a new nation.
This year, alongside an incredible group of photographers, we are documenting our Saturday mornings.
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Saturday. n the seventh day of the week; before Sunday.
Morning. n 1. The first or early part of the day, lasting from midnight to noon or from sunrise to noon. 2. The dawn. 3. The first or early part; the beginning: the morning of a new nation.
This year, alongside an incredible group of photographers, we are documenting our Saturday mornings.
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The rain we desperately longed for, came down for days. The dry, hardened earth soaked up every last drip, still thirsty. Then we got more. The rivers flowed again, the fish swam again. It's a complicated cycle, when a place fully dependent on the regularity of receiving water, just doesn't get any. Raingear-clad, we headed to the park on bikes, breathing in the fresh salty air. We watched water shoot off the sides of hills, making impromptu waterfalls. We literally soaked it up. Then the sun peaked out for a couple days, and we soaked up that, too.
It's Friday, and we're ready for our weekend.
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Many professions in Kodiak offer many varied schedules; leaving the 8:00 – 5:00 routine unfamiliar to most families. Fishing families wave goodbye, as their partners set out to fish the waters in raging seas, for a few days or a few months. Military families await their husbands or wives return from rescue missions; or they send them off for months at a time. The fish may, or may not, show up; the weather changes; the schedule changes. There’s no definitive, only approximates.
Babies born on the cusp of summer salmon, rarely see their dad’s until September. Mom’s learning to juggle the new throes of motherhood, are also swept into finding a balance without their other half. It’s a lifestyle choice many here are accustomed to- it's unconventional and it's Alaskan, and most importantly, it makes for sacred family time.
At home with Nick and Katie, in between fishing seasons.
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