Monthly Archives: November 2005
Tracks in snow. At least as of 8:00 AM when I was driving in to work (yeah I know, & I got here late too), we were getting snow. We already had some, of course, but now we’re getting more…. … Continue reading
Speaking of Side Street Espresso, here’s a photo of one of its owners, George Gee, courtesy Jim Gottstein of TouchnGo.
It’s not imitation. I’ve been writing at cafés since about 1994 when, preparatory to entering the MFA Creative Writing program at UAA, a group of us began meeting weekly on Sundays at a little café on G Street in Anchorage, … Continue reading
People Mover bus at Providence Drive bus stop, University of Alaska Anchorage. Anchorage, Alaska. 11 Nov 2005 (abt. 8:00 AM). We’ve been riding the bus a lot to save on gas & pollutants. Last Friday, I took a lot of … Continue reading
Wild (prickly) rose (Rosa acicularis). Fort Richardson Military Reservation, Anchorage, Alaska. 7 Jun 2004. I’m busily tring to figure out the difference between this rose & two relatives, Nootka rose (Rosa nutkatensis) which is also indigenous to Alaska but in … Continue reading
I see Bush was uttering his crap on a passage through Elmendorf AFB in Anchorage this morning. There are probably even some people in Alaska who still believe him. Bush Fires Parting Shot at Iraq Critics By TERENCE HUNT, AP … Continue reading
Student Union, University of Alaska Anchorage, Anchorage, Alaska. 12 Nov 2005. Take your camera with you everywhere. You never know when you might want to take a picture of yourself. Or of something else.
I’ve been a busy little bee & added blogs for several purposes. These are all available from my complete profile, but a description here of each blog seems apropos. Henkimaa (the blog you’re at now) is my central blog, a … Continue reading
On top of all the other blogs I’ve added to Blogspot, it seemed appropriate to add one especially devoted to my whole purpose for being on this planet: writing. I expect to share occasional snippets of writing here, along with … Continue reading