I went to Alaska a couple years ago, as my brother lives there not far away from Anchorage. I have been in trouble for not being back since my first trip…. I will get there. Soon I hope.
My words about the trip:
“Johnny Horton’s ballad. I flew to Alaska by myself for three days to visit my brother and my 4 legged niece Belle. The flight up there was long but beautiful. I watched the moon rise on one side of me and the sun set on the other. The weather man had been calling for rain for the extent of my stay…..but I think God must have known the severity of my disappointment had it rained…..so I got to experience 3 clear beautiful days in the North Country.
I had the pleasure to see Alaska and all of it’s magestical grandeur. There are no small words to describe it. It’s nothing short of spectacular. There isn’t a direction you can turn that isn’t meant to be in a calendar. It’s a photgrapher’s fantasy. And to top it all off…..I saw everything in the fall…the most manificent, colorful time of year to visit…….and cold.”
He posted a picture of me today next to a 4-wheeler, or as my good friend calls it “a quad” , and I didn’t even recognize myself (as I don’t ordinarily dress in mud gear and then pose for photos.) Anyway, since I’ve been working on my travel photos, I thought I might as well work on these. It really is amazing how your prospective changes in only a couple years and what I thought was good then, is total caca to me now.
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