We will dream of sturgeon purling through ballast, slipping past rudder, sulking through the captain’s quarters.
~Halee Kirkwood (Indigenous Nations Poets), from ‘Shipwreck Pastoral’
photo: summer sunlight here in this part of the great land shatters any mechanism of awareness of a day-night cycle that clearly draws the line between when today becomes tomorrow or yesterday, as here from 2013, an August wee-hours sturgeon moon competes with an almost monochrome wash of light and shadow from just such unsettled time, inside a cove along the eastern edges of Cordova Bay.