the mouth-breather

I have my first cold in years. do they get worse as one gets older? or do people, people like me, just get whinier? the upper third of my body is a snotty mess. I go to Seattle tomorrow. 

today in my neighborhood. 

15th & L. 

5th & I, again. 

and the first Raynaud's of the season. 

this is home for now. 

tra to the la

the other morning, a little after 11:00. this is an unaltered image. 

today: floody hell. it was fun until I got fucking drenched. 

today on sexy, mysterious Minnesota Blvd. by the time I got here, a 20 minute walk from my lair, I realized how idiotic and ill-attired I was for the weather. 

I hid under the awning of the sexy, mysterious strip mall and dripped for a while. I thought the windowed Japanese restaurant I was standing in front of, shaking doggishly and documenting my dampness, was closed and empty. but then a guy came out. I felt even more respectable and amazing. 

my kitchen. this may be my favorite kitchen yet! I'm serious. I've cooked more in the last 2 months than I have in the duration of any other place I've lived. it's not good food, mind you, but it's fun to pretend. 

the view just now from my living room. the rain has subsided somewhat. 

and this concludes my vapid afternoon.

the fly on the wall

most of Anchorage warrants a D- in aesthetics, but its relative proliferation of reflective buildings is to be commended. 

36th & C-ish. 

pussywillows in October. 

5th & I Street. 

I love this sign. the fancy woman allowing her excited child to pick out a treat! I still have never been to Charlie's...

my end of 36th. yesterday I discovered this wormhole. it leads me directly from my driveway into the florid bowels of Spenard. 

I've always loved dirt roads with grass growing between the wheel ruts. 

I assume that everyone else, like myself, stumbles through life with the best of intentions. it's usually not until inconveniently after the fact that I realize I can irreversibly annoy the shit out of people. 

walking into the wind, singing Gordon Lightfoot. no, really.

the spider plant is flowering! I have never before had this happen with such a creature! I think he likes his western window, dank as the weather has been. 

this must be a thing... sofexodus 2013. it reminds me of the cyclical, seemingly seattle-wide mattress purges. 

on Wisconsin St. 

on Minnesota. 

deliberate fence-stickery.

the scenery was a debilitating monochrome so I Roger Dean'd it. 

but this was not filtered at all. 

the octopus of foliage. 

another street corner sunflower. 

Darwin's, with only one visible cellphone distraction. 

this is what happens when you remove your epidermis.

if I don't find some more distractions soon, I'm going to lose my fucking mind. 

permanent vacation

the Russian Orthodox church on Turpin or Baxter or something. when I took this the parking lot was completely empty except for a boy on a bicycle who was aimlessly riding in circles. I said hello and he just stared back. 

a slit of the Chugach Mountains from sexy, mysterious Dimond Blvd. 

into the storm. 

today, Anchorage Cemetery: so many leaves still attached to trees! 

about an hour ago at 36th & Arctic. 

that's the Holga filter with an actual Entropy; I don't have a shirt with her visage, I swear. 

So I'll be in Seattle 10/31-11/5. I fear it's too soon; I still miss it too much. I'm desperately hoping that being back won't break my heart too cruelly, but that city always was rather manipulative and bitchy like that. I keep reminding myself that I'm not permanently anywhere, which takes a bit of the pressure off. Maybe the visit will succinctly reiterate all the reasons I left in the first place... Or not... In the meantime, I'm taking pictures of all the mundane loveliness and weirdness here as extra emotional insulation. And leaving my "other life" all over again and returning to Alaska in the throes of winter will be rough no matter how much I love it here.