48 hours of sunny autumn!

my porch! note the chicken and various dead plants. 

the sexy, mysterious Glenn Highway. 

the Tastee-Freez on my old corner in Eagle River. it's been vacant since we lived here in the 80s. 

I park under a birch tree now. 

this is where I lived in Eagle River, circa 1985. i am unsure of which unit. what I do remember: grey carpet. the neighbor had one of those high-backed wicker chairs that I loved to sit in. one of the nearby buildings was gutted in a fire and nobody woke me up to watch it burn. the commute into Anchorage in the backseat of our Nissan Stanza was boring and I wasn't allowed to draw on the steamy windows. the North Slope was my favorite restaurant because the booths had curtains and they served Shirley Temples. 

the poetic death-forest near Girdwood. 

da Arm. 

Entropy-pants. 

I learned last night that a group of butterflies is called a "kaleidoscope." I am still reeling from the lyrical sensuality of this!