1. Alaska in Words and Pictures Poetry from Oliver Everette’sGod Has Been Northward Always, 1965 Photography by his granddaughter Karina Zeier

2. Excerpts from Journey to Light #1, by Oliver Everette The forward edge of our saucer is glowing/ and the sparks are flying/ as we skim onward on our daily journey./ The waves leap up and around us/ and fall behind us/ in little pink islands./ The whitecaps are diminishing. Like a red fjord/ a ray has pierced out planet/ and the lesser waves,/ in pinks and crimsons,/ lap at our edges/ in the full tide that spreads/ along our smooth edges… …But now the sky is changing,/ and only the brush fires are burning/ along the fjord fringes/ as we plunge deeper/ into the gray oceans.

3. Chena #7 (Solstice) By Oliver Everette Teeters a little space The polar cap of darkness. At the world’s edge The Artist daubs his canvass With golds and crimsons. Like centuries of prophets Who waited for the Coming And rejoiced in every promise, We wait in darkness. Light Is never quite as lovely As when seen from in the shadows. Summer solstice on Prince William Sound, photo by Karina Zeier

4. Excerpt from Chena #19 (Summer) Light and the insomnia of summer! It is night But the King does not know it. He circles our spot like the Pack And his rays Are lonely and oppressive As we sink to our knees In the centuries of leftovers. ~ By Oliver Everette City if Anchorage in the shadow of the Sleeping Lady

5. Journey to Light #4 By Oliver Everette God has oceans of light In all colors. The great tides gather, Flowing high and low Out of ever-shifting fountains. Light is. It has no need to travel Though the speed of a ray May sometimes be measured By a wiseman’s gadgets! The arteries of God Are throbbing and pulsing.

6. Livengood #3 By Oliver Everette I listen to a white murmur. I dream with my eyes open. I hear a frosty discourse. The mountains draw nearer; They nod their heads, whisper Where all things hover. But now a bright young star Is burning a white pathway Down my frescoed window, And the soul Is standing on its tiptoes. It is easy to reach for a star, But to hold it and keep it Is quite another matter; But one does grow taller By the process of reaching. Driving the Seward Highway

7. Journey to Light #13 By Oliver Everette All day the Wild One Has been staining the earth’s covers. Earth and the sky Are reversing their colors. Streams of moist air Trickle up Into the pale blue igloo; And by night The hidden sun Is never really absent from us: For he leaves his gay colors In the white drifts of smother Which he has lifted from us. White darkens, dark whitens Into a mutual ageing: Like the skin and the hair Of the Husky Peoples With a multitude of summers. Glaciers flying out of Anchorage