Picture a bleak, cold, blustery wet day in a valley, heavy grey clouds closing in, with mountains and glaciers forming a backdrop through the murk, for an Alaskan ghost town. I was in Portage, a town 6ft+ under, sunken by an earthquake in 1964 where houses were either totally or virtually buried; certainly, there was little left to see of the town itself. I found myself in an unusual landscape; masses of dead salt-soaked trees with few branches, (killed when the salty seawater flooded in and permeated the soil after the ‘quake) standing starkly, like broken sticks plunged into the ground; a ghost forest. A ghost forest situated on the shores of the cold waters of the Turnagain Arm and vivid turquoise blue icebergs slowly floating along; a unique landscape for sure! After stopping to take in the view, I spotted a huge bald eagle; it had just caught a salmon and not seeming to care about my presence, it landed on top of the ghost tree in front of me to eat its lunch. What luck and a great photo opportunity! Moments later a second eagle swooped in and ripped the fish from the enormous talons of the first stealing its prey. I will never forget the blood curdling shrieking that followed. In that moment, frozen to the core, I was reminded just what survival really is. I have created this piece using textured, recycled papers, carefully cut, shaped, inlaid and slotted together to fit like a tightly fitting mosaic or tiled floor; colours and textures specifically selected to emulate the colours and textures of the bird, the ghost tree and the heavy skies that day and the reaction the eagle had to its meal being so cruelly stolen, captured.