In the wintry north of the world, the snow lies thick and crisp under the bright blue sky of a fresh Alaskan day. A white covered landscape, silent due to its muffling blanket rich in Christmas like wonder and beauty. The pine forest sweeps around the open field, guarding the space in a fortress of pointed pines, alert to all who brave the winter chill to explore the frosted surrounds.
Flying on a nipping breeze the American symbol of freedom flicks and snaps, unfurling the stars and strips to all who bare witness. You're standing on US soil it proclaims, the tiny wooden huts don't mind who shelters there.