Hmmmm. I'm not sure if this is a compliment or a put-down.
I've found an amazing recipe for rosemary tomato bread. Just follow Jack & Barbra's recipe over at their blog. (Side note: Jack & Barbra have a really cool Alaska food & photography blog, which I highly recommend.)
The snowy skull in my yard.
Dumpster art!
I like this one.
My favorite sound is the sound right after a snowmachine turns off.
The new hospital.
In my neck of the woods.
Browerville - my side of the town.
I love this red house, the icicles, and the rusted truck.
The houses in Barrow have so much character and color.
Awesome message, but on a dumpster?
This cutie followed me around for awhile. I might be getting a dog in August, pending the approval by my owner and modification of my lease. Yesterday Adrienne (oh yeah, did I mention she's in town for two weeks?) and I went to the vet clinic, and we played with the two dogs they have there who are homeless. I would totally take them home if I could. I'm going to sign up as a volunteer at the vet clinic and take them for walks. I might as well, since I have been walking a two-mile route in my neighborhood everyday and the vet is nearby.
How many dogs do you see in this picture?
It's a sad sight everywhere in Alaska, but in the villages and towns, dogs are tied up all day long on short chains. They often sleep and eat in the same area where they relieve themselves. Many of them become aggressive because of their environment. The owners often let them get sick, go hungry, or die, and then once they die, they get a new puppy. It's a vicious cycle.
It's a sad sight everywhere in Alaska, but in the villages and towns, dogs are tied up all day long on short chains. They often sleep and eat in the same area where they relieve themselves. Many of them become aggressive because of their environment. The owners often let them get sick, go hungry, or die, and then once they die, they get a new puppy. It's a vicious cycle.
Sunny day in Browerville.
Love this house.
I'd like to live here. I love that octagonal window.
Icicles!
This might be my favorite house of all. Homesteader house.
The Inupiaq word for caribou is tuttu.
Little Girl: Daddy, where did you put my bike?
Dad: Next to the tuttu rib cage, hon...
Leakcicle!
Conversation went thusly:
Kid: "Sup?"
Me: "Sup? You sliding down the hill?"
Kid: "Yeah."
Me: "Cool."
It was meaningful.
So, not all dogs are kept on chains all day long. This is Miss Rango, and I met her on a beautiful sunny day. Her owner, Helen, and I went for a walk throughout Browerville, and Miss Rango went slip-sliding on the ice in her little booties. It was too cute, and I'm not even a fan of chihuahuas, but this one was cute.
Laura Madison St.
When Adrienne came to town, we went to Pepe's Restaurant.
The prices... ouch.
The atmosphere in Pepe's is a mixture of Mexicana, Christmas, Wheaties, and Precious Moments... Mostly kitsch.
