I’m getting better with those low notes. I’m beginning to understand the problems with wet reeds and dry.
Which means, really, that I take a lot of breaks and think about stuff.
Thinking this morning led me to an impulse. I was going to write about the first time I saw Anchorage, AK. And that led me to thinking that for all the time spent in Anchorage before going to the interior (not very long at all really. I only stayed in Anchorage for about five months) that I didn’t have a picture one. Not one, of Anchorage, and few of anywhere else either.
So I turned to Bing Images, feeling I could find one that could express some feeling for the Earthquake City.
It’s been a weird winter here. I’m whimsical about all this reminiscing of what was; of course, we find things after the fact that might not have been in reality that express those mental images we capture on the fly in real life:
\Those parkas hide so much. Remember. Anchorage is a bastion of Liberalism, and all the schools seem to be run by Liberal BLM personnel.
Still, Anchorage is a pretty city.
From the reaches,