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.