Driving to a coffee kiosk.

Fishhook Road.

From the car, while driving down Bogard Road.

Looking towards Hatcher.

Fishhook Road.

I consider the damn things to be a blight upon the land. Maybe one day, if I ever get rich, I'll have one. So many places yet to go. 

While standing in my driveway.

Driver's seat, parking lot, India Palace.

Rain comes. A dog checks me out as I walk on Sands.

Church Road.

Corner Study: Church Road and Shrock.

The rain begins to turn to snow. If you click on the picture, it will get bigger and then you can see the snow a little better.

Ahead is the place where some folks stop to pray. 

Maybe another day.

I would pray for my son, and for his dog, too. I would pray for all those I love. Don't know who I would be praying to, but I would pray for them all. Pray for America, and all the people in America; pray for the world, and all its inhabitants, that each might have some good experience before death takes them.

But what if that inhabitant is a mosquito, and her good experience is that she pricks my skin and sucks my blood? What if she injects me with even tinier inhabitants, who make me sick, give me malaria?

That's not likely to happen in Alaska, but it might in India. 

I must go back to India, you know.