"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible." ~ T. E. Lawrence
One of the first things I noticed when I moved to Dutch Harbor, Alaska when I was fifteen years old was the striking lack of trees. The winds are so strong that trees don’t tend to survive the hurricane-force storms, called williwaws, that sweep the islands in the winter. Two hundred years ago Russia explorers came to the Aleutians and brought with them spruce saplings and foxes. The foxes have take to the island life quite well and multiplied over the years. But the spruce saplings were less fortunate. A few have survived and even some of their seedlings have taken root. On a chilly, autumn day I came across this lonely, little tree during a hike through the tundra.