Yesterday Rus returned from the bear camp. True, the bear is now resting, but as for wilderness, remoteness and solitude – always welcome.

The grey ghost replaced the car.

The neighbor, Jim, who lives about a mile south and comes to pick up the mail, replaced a live human communication, even if it’s just for half an hour every Tuesday.

This fawn played the role of the indigenous animal. From hunger and weakness it separated from its parents and came to human dwelling to die (he’s still alive).

And this aggregate delivered mail and groceries once a week.

This is the Kodiak Island, baby!