Or: Not the ‘Burbs
My earliest memories take place here, watching the sun set behind Mt. Redoubt across Cook Inlet and thinking that the golden path across the water actually went somewhere.
It really is a beautiful place.
And here is Brad, doing his version of enjoying the scenery:
The sun shone today for the first time in maybe a week, and I was nearly delirious with happiness. Cloudy, gray, rainy days really wear me down. We drove up to Anchor Point so I could take about 200 pictures of the same mountains, ocean, seagulls, and sunset. I frequently think about getting a smaller digital camera that would fit easily into purses and be truly portable, and then I have the chance to take advantage of the capabilities of my Nikon D100 and I reconsider. I’m still learning how to frame things, and how to make the horizon level, and other quite basic things; but this camera sure helps. I’ll upload everything to my Alaska Summer 2006 album, even the crooked horizons, and edit later.
There’s an entertaining series of shots of pulling a boat out of the water using a big farm tractor, and lots and lots of photos of mountain, ocean, seagulls, and sunset.
On our way home from the beach we saw a baby and mama moose on the side of the road. It was getting dark enough the the aperature stayed open a long time and they photos are pretty blurry — but fun anway.
Thoughts In Random Patterns 