Thursday, September 29, 2011

At Ninilchik

I suppose, some eight or ten thousand years ago, a glacier pushed up this moraine at the edge of Cook Inlet. Since then, the Ninilchik River has carved a shallow notch down to the sea.

The cottonwoods have probably been growing here some several centuries, in the gravelly soil the ice age left behind.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Through the Windshield

Heading down the hill into town this morning.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Sunrise Cumulus

The clouds out over the Inlet are tinted by the rising sun.

Monday, September 26, 2011


"The light of 1,000 stars does not equal the light of the moon."

Sunday, September 25, 2011

The Eight of Swords

The Eight of Swords is a card that has always spoken to me. This one is from the Tarot of the Cat People.

Thursday, September 22, 2011


A Victorian, catching sight of one of the ever-present communication towers that dot Alaskan landscapes, might think of H.G. Wells and Martians.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

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Thursday, September 01, 2011


So, we started the month by bringing home two black cats from the Animal Shelter.

Salvadore (aka Sally) looks apprehensive during the ride home.

Tiny Pearl explores her new haunts in the back room.