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The entries are in reverse order, so click here to go to the beginning.

(1/03) Life and Death: At the beginning of the month, I have to buy a new bus pass. I'm cheap enough to walk the three miles to the Valley to do this. Besides, I need the exercise and I thought there might be some nice shots for my new camera at Auke Lake. More....

(1/01) Capturing the Image: I'm back from a Christmas visit to California. A constant mantra behind the holiday music -- I want to go home -- caused guilt to thicken like eggnog. It's a familiar refrain, but it's no longer a dream. I've moved back to Alaska. My selfishness isn't happy with leaving for even brief visit. More...

(12/11) DeHart's The saying is: "You can't go home again." Well, I did, and you can. I think what that means is, "Don't go back to a familiar place and expect everything to be the same." More...

(12/6) Washed Away When I rented this apartment, sight unseen, I was led to understand its drawback was the fact it was on The Road, and thus, the traffic was too loud. The traffic! I laughed with the cruel tones of a woman who'd been trapped in California for twenty-five years, and sent my deposit check off. The true drawbacks turned out to be the acoustic tile ceiling, the '70's scratched paneling, the sloping floor and the paper thin wall that adjoins my amorous young neighbors' bed. More...

(12/2) A Walk in the Woods... The snow hasn't come. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe. My landlady says it was a red dawn. The clerk at DeHart's notes that storm clouds have moved in. More...

(11/29) The Hat... Last Christmas, a friend gave me a hat and gloves, knowing I was moving to Alaska. She may have thought my pride would keep me from wearing the hat, which has a slightly outrageous appearance. She's too young to understand, that once someone is over thirty, they no longer care what anyone thinks of what they wear...or at least, I don't. More...

(11/28) Cold Front... When I open the door, the cold air knocks my breath back down into my lungs. I've returned to Alaska, and it's welcoming me with a hard slap on the back. More...