salmon

roe



tail



nature's beams



two salmon tied together



the cutting bench and with three ulu (knives)



storing up for winter


Spawned Salmon
Lost past exhaustion
she floated, lapping the shore with the wind and tide
Completed, her journey done, spent
Returning to dust, as we all must
A lonely solitary shell
caught in the shallows upstream
where she was born
Many years before
And where she was called back to
closing the circle of her life
fulfilling her destiny,
her place in the universe.
-raymond a. foss