the last ~13 hours

circa 10pm last night: double rainbow facing east. 

hilltop pizza. 

I walked home last night listening to one of my all-time favorite songs: "Deep Purple" by Nino Tempo & April Stevens. it's one of those songs that's provided a weirdly consistent soundtrack for incredibly disparate situations ever since I was a little kid... and as I walked under the lightish sky, down my lovely tree-lined street to my cozy little hovel, I felt the panic that I'd been waiting for, that "what have I DONE?" claustrophobia. I've moved back to Alaska having had virtually no witnesses to the past decade of my life. I've been married, divorced, travelled, been in the hospital, had people close to me die, learned how to dance, fallen deeply in love and had my heart broken. and now I'm back where I started, and often I feel I have nothing to show for it- that I haven't really evolved after all. and Anchorage doesn't change either. it is one of its finest and most comforting qualities; it also makes me want to claw the walls. is this the same jangly restlessness I've always felt, EVERYWHERE, made more poignant because it's followed me here? probably. no matter where I go, there I am... damn it. 

so I took this picture when I got home. 

and for a delightful shard of mundanity: the food-preparation wing of the lair, just now. as a bonus, this was taken from the vantage point of my Lazy Place. 

one last thing! yesterday I took a stupid Internet quiz about "which Beatle are YOU?" and I got... Ringo. so there's that. 

typing whilst itching

experimentation with the NOIR filter on this gloriously sunny day... 

entropy-pants. 

can you do the fandango? 

from bird ridge. 

more dreams about swimming pools and being followed

coley bear. I tossed my keys at him for size comparison.  

F Street.

Octavia & Sleeping Lady. this should be a series. I will take this exact view in as many lights and climes as I can. 

the lackadaisical dragonfly. dragonflaisical. lackadragonfly?

pinhole filter.

midnight in da hood.

pineapple sage plants! 

Q: what do you do when a bird shits on your car?

A: don't ask her out again. 

being yourself but better

the gauzy misgivings of the past few weeks have dissipated. herewith, zest!

knik river.

the sexy, mysterious road to talkeetna.

cottonwood fluff. it's magical! a few days ago I was walking along the lagoon whilst listening to the butthole surfers' cover of "hurdy gurdy man" in my headphones and catching fistfuls of cotton in midair, and it was just an awesome moment! I guess you had to be there. 

my first textured-knit hat! let's burn some incense and talk about Emerson, man.

where do I begin? I just... don't. 

yeah!

11pm last night. I still have sand in my shoes. I love that feeling; it's like smelling campfire on your clothes. it is tangible proof that your life recently involved activities both pure and fantastic!

at a park I forgot the name of. 

the night-moose! this photo turned out way too dark, so it's been tweaked considerably. he had a noble rack that's not too visible here, but do note his pendulous dewlap! he was just sauntering alongside the road. the car behind us stopped to take pictures too.

the ass-cat.

and a beaver at APU! these critters haul ass! I was impressed. 

that's right!

independence

yesterday I walked east.

when I was fifteen, I took my first boyfriend here on one of our very first "dates." we nervously sat against a tombstone and smoked cigarettes and awkwardly tried not to touch each other. 

I cropped this on purpose; I wanted to focus on the shapes of the panels, letters, crap in the windows, without any real context. it's now just a random thing. 

right back at you. 

looking up in my yard. this is what I often find myself staring at as I wonder what the hell I'm doing... 

field trip!

underpass fantasticness. well done, random human. 

ship creek. there was a goddamn sea otter (?) swimming as I walked by. I thought it was an especially homely dog at first, and as soon I realized my error and reached for my camera he went underwater. I waited for about fifteen minutes in the wind for him to resurface. so not only is this capturing a lovely, turbulent day, there's a TINY little dot in this photo of a weird urban otter. 

perhaps. 

 I deem this "Tankosaurus."  

textures. 

I was eventually wandering through the AK Railroad yards (by that dilapidated mustardy building) and I was politely asked to turn around by two employees. it's not a blog post if it doesn't involve me trespassing somewhere...