The sleepy town of Ninilchik sits on the western coast of the beautiful Kenai Peninsula. Here, heavy tractors launch fishing boats into the Cook Inlet along Deep Creek.
Where there's fish in Alaska, you'll find eagles. Lots of eagles.
In the morning, the eagles, both adult and juvenile, feast along the beach on fish trapped by the outgoing tide. At least, while they're not getting harassed by the gulls for scraps.
The end result is a macabre, piscine graveyard of pristinely flesh-barren fish carcasses.
For this Californian, I'd never seen bald eagles up close before. The longer I stared at them, the more surprised I was at how small and meek they look at rest.
Ten seconds later, they would spread their wings, take flight, and get the fiercest, most badass look of determination in their eyes.
In the late afternoon, the eagles soar high and fast on the coastal breeze. Capturing them on camera requires a lot of concentration, a lot of luck, and a lot of memory cards.
Some things are pretty consistent in the animal kingdom.
The juveniles play in tight formation, flipping and twirling at breakneck speeds in the breeze. All the while, some adults were at work, collecting more material for their nests.
The eagles stayed on the prevailing winds well into the midnight dusk.
© 2026 Steven Yan