I have been pretty lucky in terms of health. I mean, I'm not exactly a vision of olympic fitness and I certainly lack good vision, but I am not often sick and now I am convinced that I have super-human healing powers. Kind of like Wolverine from the Marvel Comics.
I fiddled with the touch buttons on the screen of my iPhone, navigating into the depths of my running log.
I had to know.
Perhaps seeing my mileage tally would be a motivator; perhaps I was subconsciously plotting my own defeat.
It has become habit, you see (I blame my days of competitive skiing and running) to log every footfall, every minute and mile spent exercising. I examine the run times, the mile averages, my pace, the terrain and route. Most times, doing so acts as inspiration.
By far, the best part of my job is listening to people talk about their passion for art. I can honestly say that in the hundreds of interviews I’ve conducted over the past three years, every single one has been interesting, largely for that reason: when you get people talking about why they’ve made art part of their lives, you eventually touch on the very things that make them tick. I’m often reminded after interviews that art is in many ways one of the purest expressions of our individuality, what makes each of us unique in a world of billions.
I went where bears were not. I had intended to go where bears would be and where I was assured that bears would be in abundance. However, they were not. This was my first "paid for" guided Pack Creek bear experience. I should have known better. My previous encounters with guides on guided bear experiences seldom resulted in my obtaining the photograph I desired. Guided experiences generally stopped me from doing what I normally liked to do in the woods: rolling about in the dirt, swimming in the water and hanging in trees.
Almost every week I have the pleasure of handling engagement, wedding and anniversary announcements. The photos are often of two people looking lovingly at one another, almost with giant sparkles in their eyes, or a couple with arms wrapped around one another like they want to never let go, or sometimes it is of two people with laughing smiles and eyes squinting because, obviously, they find joy in each other's company.
On Friday, I found myself surrounded by volumes of bound Daily Alaska Empire newspapers from 1929. The old editions of the Empire were tattered, at best. Some were held together by fragile strands of aging duct tape, others were only a shadow of their former selves as newsprint fell from the spine and pages snapped like twigs when I tried to turn them.
It’s hard to say how long it had been since someone had flipped through the volume before me — years certainly, possibly decades, maybe even half a century.
ESPN, Baby Okay, I swore I would never use a Dick Vitale "baby" but our boys are going to be on television. And not NBC tape delay... like that other sporting event going on... what is that called again? The Gastineau Channel Little League Major All Stars lost to Oregon 4-0 Monday night but they still have a top record for reaching prime time viewing pleasure. I tried to call manager Storie but he turns his cell phone off due to the amount of calls.
If you’ve never been to a First Friday art walk – maybe you live out the road or simply can’t wait to get home after work on a Friday evening – this would be a great month to check it out. First Fridays used to feel a bit scaled back in the summers, but if this month’s docket is any indication, that’s no longer the case. As Juneau enters its 10th year of art walks, they appear to be stronger than ever.
What a great town! So today my Petersburg Swedish got the best of me. I couldn't stop my cravings of being around fish so I stopped to visit Mike Erickson (and Bonnie and family) out at Alaska Glacier Seafoods and was lucky enough to get a tour. You have to love when a local guy does good, has a passion for what he does, and gives back to the community. And does it among fish! Plus I learned, and was reacquainted, with a few fishing scenes I had experienced growing up in Petersburg... the slime lines, the fish pumping, the crab unloading, etc., etc., etc.
Slideshow | Shop with a CopSlideshow | Soboleff CeremonySlideshow | Harlem AmbassadorsSlideshow | Age Group Swim ChampionshipSlideshow | Blain HatchSlideshow | Governors Open HouseGallery Walk photos with SantaEaglecrest Open 2014