I make my bi-yearly homage to the last frontier state and each time, I take plethora of pictures. The scenery seems the same but no two pictures are alike, especially, when I compare them from year to year. The general picture remains the same but the details are different. The trees are a little taller (or missing in some cases), the snow capped mountains are far and few between, the newly paved roads are smoother to drive in, etc. But there is one thing that distinctly remains the same -- the slow pace of life. Perhaps it is the spring waters of the Alaskan Mountain Range or the fresh, unadulterated air that we breath, I inevitably come back feeling very "slowed" down. Its a feeling that cant be described in words but its a good feeling. Its a state that just consumes you from within -- that is, if you are willing to allow it consume you. I can see why Alaskan endure the harsh winter -- perhaps, it is the small price to pay for a peaceful life. There is a lot to be said to living such a life. Ask Buddha.
