I’m updating the blog from the road in a Starbucks at 7th and 55th in New York City. It’s funny to look at my photos shot in Alaska from the Urban Jungle. It seems a lifetime away.
By the time Week 4 began, I was working to be out of the house more. I was being more intentional about seeing other places and seeking out photo opportunities. That really helped, otherwise, this was shaping up to be a boring set of self indulgent photos.
Anchorage was experiencing less than ideal weather for outdoor photography (you will see this as a common theme in future posts). I had to work in the rain again, although I do like the reflection of the van in the puddle the parking lot at my office.
Again, flowers proved to be a big subject. Like many places in the world, Dandelions are everywhere. I battled them in my lawn and despise their very existence, yet they are truly amazing flowers/weeds. You have to get every bit of root to keep them from coming back year after year. They provided us as children with a near endless supply of gifts for our mother’s at a moments notice. Who doesn’t love to grab one in seed for and just blow?
On Friday night of that week, it was time to break out.
After dinner, and waiting until quite late, we drove out to Potter’s Marsh. The photo in the evening light was shot sometime around 11 p.m. It was gorgeous out there. Waiting until this late hour helped me better understand the concept of the Golden Hour. It also shows how incredibly beautiful Alaska can be.
Father’s Day was Sunday. I really like Ernie’s expression as he looks at his card.
Yes, there are nine pics in this album. Sunday and Monday felt like they could use two. Although looking at the green plant shot, I don’t know why I included it. Must learn to be more liberal with editing.
On Monday, we went for a hike on the Coastal Trail. We happened upon three women at the edge of the tidal flats painting. I was fascinated at the painting supplies in this barren and brown locale on a gray day. One of the women was familiar to me. She agreed she knew me. When I asked her where from, she wouldn’t tell me. I was sure it would come to me. It didn’t. When it does occur to me who she is, I’ll never forget. I still don’t know who you are!
The last image was of water flowing. It’s one of my favorite from that week.