step into my lair!

it's a slothful, dreary Saturday, and I feel absolutely okay about shuffling around and taking photographs of my mundane environment. I'll try to engage in more productive antics later. 

the wardrobe. 

the loo. 

one of my favorite paintings. 

it plays "here comes the sun." 

I love the Holga filter for intra-fridge imagery! it makes everything look so dank and seedy! you can almost hear the ominous buzzing of overhead fluorescent lighting! this is the sort of refrigerator you obliviously stare into just before the dude guts you with an axe. 

they happen to be neighbors. someone gave me the ninja years ago as a good-luck token. 

Corinthians the cobra. 

Entropy, where she always is and doing what she always does. naps are exhausting. 

this morning I read about the bayous whilst eating overpriced grapes. didja know? oysters can change their sex throughout their lives! and they do not touch to reproduce! they just squirt their effluvia into the murky deep and let the currents do their thang. 

day 3 at the fair

the magic continues. 

it's a different world here. there aren't many earnest hand-wringers lamenting gun control in these parts. firearms are a nonchalant facet of most people's lives. I wasn't really raised around guns. my dad had a rifle for protection when we went camping, and a BB was always propped next to the door so he could (gleefully) shoot at the squirrels who got on the bird feeder; but that was about it. I still have yet to shoot a real gun. my ignorance about them has definitely added to my fear of them. it's something I need to get over. 

so I was reading this book about serial killers in Alaska while I was at the fair today. I'm impressed by how much my parents sheltered me when I was a kid here in the 80s. I'd never heard of Kirby Anthoney until a few hours ago. you haven't either? google that shit. it's fucking dreadful. and then I walked around the various booths in the brilliant sunshine and saw this booth... perhaps that's why I'm in a weird mood now. the thing is, he didn't even use a gun. other things kill people too. anyway. 

cue "big sky", the kinks. 

the afore-cited turkey, in flaccid mode. turkeys are just ghastly creatures, much like possums or warthogs. 

but then I saw these two and everything was wonderful again. 

halcyon daze

last week: a very small portion of the queue to foreigner. 

this group: median age 20, knew every word, totally into it. I have newfound optimism for the future! 

I don't miss the sullen, stoic crowds at Seattle concerts one bit.

someone else's Moxa therapy. 

yet another sexy sunset. 

Humpy's. 

I always feel intrusive when I take pictures of strangers, but they always end up being my favorite photos. so I'm going to experiment with two basic rules: 1. the people in the photos must already be in public, where they have given silent consent to being part of other peoples' environments. 2. they cannot be unflattering photographs. 

back at the fair... do you know how fucking difficult it is to take a picture of a bird? the little buggers need a pause button. 

thanks for another fantastic weekend, Alaska! 

this is what I do.

last night's sunset was as orgasmic as always. I love how people appreciate this place. even in the foulest weather, at all times of year, people are out- taking pictures, admiring the scenery, reveling. this is a uniquely Alaskan phenomenon, I feel- at least with such consistency. 

but the rodent-dog and I had this part of the beach to ourselves. 

it was kinda nice. 

he peed on everything until he postured emptily! 

the fireweed is pretty much done for the season. this is one of the last places I've seen with any flowers left. 

the bliss of icterus. 

and then, near Earthquake Park, a bull moose crossed the road right in front of my car! and my goddamn phone ran out of photo space! this is the only picture I could take. I was frantically trying to delete something, anything, to make more room on my camera, but he trotted off. at his closest he was about eight feet away. his rack was velvety and he had red boils on the backs of his knees. twilight is snacktime. I almost always see moose at this spot. 

today was dank and rainy and required greenhouse therapy. the woman at the nursery, unprovoked, gleefully educated me about bromeliads. for example! they "almost thrive on neglect", are excellent air purifiers, and only bloom once in their lifetime! 

and a sexy succulent. 

or a succulent succulent, if you wish. 

entropy-pants. 

and an outtake from "ColeyBear 2013." 

and here is a very abstract image of the inside of my refrigerator. I made fried rice tonight. it was fucking delicious. 

and this adequately summarizes the past 24 hours. 

thanks for understanding

I wrote "beluga peak" on Facebook because I knew it was the mountain version of some place along the Arm. I was utterly fucking incorrect. this is McHUGH PEAK, in all its misty mystique. 

there were frenetic 10-second intervals where the fog would dissipate and the light would inspire thoughts about shit like choirs and filo pastry and telling people i love them and vague plans of how to be a better human being. 

fog wetness! behind me is a 4500' descent into who knows! the inlet? 

where do bedbugs go when their habitat is destroyed? 

not a jacker in sight.

without sounding too treacly and vapid: it's become quite evident that being back in Alaska composes multiple crucial lessons I must learn and finally evolve from. I'm immaturely emotional and ignorantly idealistic about very nearly EVERYTHING, but even I eventually get bored/disgusted with making the same infuriating mistakes over and over...

I shall deem this era "shit figurin' 2013." 

from the car window! 

the rock of love. 

somewhere below the clouds is Anchorage proper. 

probably thinking about candy. 

GRAVITY HILL! you know it! 

don't diagram these sentences.

ever think about how many words that describe negative, daft, or otherwise undesirable things contain schwas? I have insomnia, right this moment, and I'm laying in the dark listening to the irregular rain hit the bottom of the kayak outside my window, repeating "insomniuhhhh" in my head. neguhhhtive. undesiruhhhble. shuhhhht uhhhhhp. this is duhhhhmb. 

fuhhhck it! here's some more photos. 

sexy, mysterious Falcon. 

the park strip. someone spray-painted "world peace" on the top in red, which is why I originally took it (I picture an earnest yet cagey kid tidily creating their first tag), but then the filter did some unexpectedly cool things. 

the lithe, hairless manhood of coley bear. 

the fireweed's not to the top yet, so we're okay for a few more weeks. 

K Street. 

a most anemic tomato. 

the redolent jungles of anchorage. 

uhhhlaska.