Monday, August 22, 2005

Lightning from above

Saturday, got given going away party. That night got a ride to Anchorage airport, where I slept. Yesterday morning, flew out. Flight from Salt Lake City was overbooked. Ended up in ATL, where I am now. Will catch shuttle to airport w/in hour, then will be soon in nooga.

On the way to ATL saw much lightning from above clouds. Image doesn't capture, but believe me, was something to see.

It's hotter here at midnight than it was at any time of day or night in AK.

Friday, August 19, 2005

Matanuska Peak


Went up Matanuska yesterday. Took about eight hours, including time spent picking blueberries. I took this picture from close to the top. That's Palmer in the distance.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Mamajo and Papaw


This is where I was when we were on the phone yesterday.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

I flew the airplane!

But I wasn't flying when I took these.

I FLEW THE AIRPLANE!


I flew the airplane! I flew the airplane! I flew the airplane!

Had to confirm repeatedly that I had not taken ANY flying lessons. Don't worry, she tells me, she's a flight instructor.

I pulled back to take off. I went up. I went down. She told me to turn closer to the mountain. I turned closer to the mountain.

So busy flying I took few pictures. We were up for maybe twenty minutes, and it was "my airplane" for all but two or three, and of course I did not land the thing. What. A. Day!!!

Got to do all that for free because company is touring its plane around the country, offering free rides/drives to get people to buy. Plane is a Cirrus. Pull a lever in the cockpit, and a rocket fires from a hatch on top, launching a parachute. Plane has power, like 300 hp.

I flew the airplane!

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Eklutna erosion control



Eklutna

Very easy to get to this place, the tailrace. So lots of people fish here.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Hope, Alaska


view of my campspot in Hope. Hope is my favorite place in AK.

Hope, Alaska

a short walk from my campspot, fishing.

Hope

view from my campspot

Seward

Fishing in Seward. Some some pink salmon get caught by a kid. Nice guy gave me the um lure they use there. It's a big triple hook with a big lead weight in the middle. Should get a picture of the lure up soon. It looks like business.














Those are pink salmon. You can't fish there. Ask how I know.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

the end is near

Now less than three weeks before I return to TN. Trying now to travel as much as possible. So, was in Whittier this morning. Drove through the train tunnel. May go to Seward tonight. From there, would like to go to Kodiak. Will have pictures soon.

They say it only gets colder here from now on, that summer is over. Here it is August, and I'm wearing sweaters. And coats. No mittens, though.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

tournament more

See the white team. They cheered us very well.

Ultimate tournament in Anchorage

That was last weekend in Anchorage. Meredith got a Callahan. Not on that point, though. My team won.

Friday, July 29, 2005

Wednesday

Highway north from Anchorage

Ultimate

Anchorage summer league finals

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

This week

Monday, I had five Pre-Trial Conferences. Set a couple for change of plea and a couple for Trial Call. One Defendant did not show, so judge issued a bench warrant for $5,000, but he could well have made it for much more $.

At the beginning of this summer, it seemed like a lot to do two cases, I mean one right after the other, in court, after I'd had time to get to know the cases and had the files and everything. I must be learning something or something.

Today one of my bosses said she liked the pictures on my blog. I hadn't thought she'd know I was blogging. She said mine had been linked to by another blog, http://www.skellywright.blogspot.com/, well-read around here. Mine's given as a counterpoint to another AK PD intern's.

I leave in a few minutes for court. Went all out today- got the whole suit on, and dress shoes, too. Usually I'll go with the jacket, tie, and black tennis shoes (no, not the converse.) Change of plea, then two bail hearings. One of the bail hearings is for a client in custody.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Salmon

I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run,
in our motel room half-way through
Nebraska, quick, glittering, past beauty, past
the importance of beauty.,
archaic,
not even hungry, not even endangered, driving deeper and deeper
into less. They leapt up falls, ladders,
and rock, tearing and leaping, a gold river,
and a blue river traveling
in opposite directions.
They would not stop, resolution of will
and helplessness, as the eye
is helpless
when the image forms itself, upside-down, backward,
driving up into
the mind, and the world
unfastens itself
from the deep ocean of the given. . .Justice, aspen
leaves, mother attempting
suicide, the white night-flying moth
the ants dismantled bit by bit and carried in
right through the crack
in my wall. . . .How helpless
the still pool is,
upstream,
awaiting the gold blade
of their hurry. Once, indoors, a child,
I watched, at noon, through slatted wooden blinds,
a man and woman, naked, eyes closed,
climb onto each other,
on the terrace floor,
and ride--two gold currents
wrapping round and round each other, fastening,
unfastening. I hardly knew
what I saw. Whatever shadow there was in that world
it was the one each cast
onto the other,
the thin black seam
they seemed to be trying to work away
between them. I held my breath.
as far as I could tell, the work they did
with sweat and light
was good. I'd say
they traveled far in opposite
directions. What is the light
at the end of the day, deep, reddish-gold, bathing the walls,
the corridors, light that is no longer light, no longer clarifies,
illuminates, antique, freed from the body of
that air that carries it. What is it
for the space of time
where it is useless, merely
beautiful? When they were done, they made a distance
one from the other
and slept, outstretched,
on the warm tile
of the terrace floor,
smiling, faces pressed against the stone.

-Jorie Graham