putting the "ohh" in October

winter is dragging its heels. normally, Anchorage falls are weeklong orgies of color that end with an embarrassing premature windstormation. the cold hits with a six-month bang. not so this season! snow fell last week and promptly melted; the autumnal foreplay continues, and the last few days have been nearly t-shirt worthy. 

I didn't tweak this photo at all, apart from minorly cropping the bottom (I was staring directly into the sun as I took this). behold yesterday's luridity of Arctic Valley and the day-tripping motorcyclists. 

and this one. Alaska looks like a goddamn Bob Ross painting right now. 

this is filtered with "old photo 3". I'm being a fucking narcissist because I want to remember how happy am to live here when it's January and dreadful. 

I RODE ON THE BACK OF MY FIRST MOTORCYCLE TODAY! it was gorgeous. everything about it... the brightness, the smells, the tangibility to the surroundings... I'm still zingy. the list of "things I am terrified of but still want to try" is growing ever shorter. anyone want to go rock climbing or scuba diving?

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tonight's sunset at the spot where we have all those talks about our feelings... you know. 

I made this tonight and it's dreadful. the (boxed, imported) basil is bitter as hell. or were the canned olives what ruined it? or the fact that I refrigerated the underripe tomatoes? I am a poor excuse for a housewife. 

ask anyone!