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.