tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105950419019044618.post3480615398260741066..comments2024-02-17T03:41:13.061-08:00Comments on Firepower & Philosophy: Whilst I was on my way home....Bryan Reavishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775461442776693282noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105950419019044618.post-17181290966226779812012-10-24T08:29:42.388-07:002012-10-24T08:29:42.388-07:00The thing I remember most when I see a photo like ...The thing I remember most when I see a photo like that is the resonant crunch of hardpack snow on the street as I walked down it at night. I don't know if you get that same thing in Anchorage. I seem to remember hearing it when it was -20F or colder.Weetabixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06106614092497408546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105950419019044618.post-4926864079727822342012-02-03T20:12:32.521-08:002012-02-03T20:12:32.521-08:00One grey day, after a couple weeks of short grey d...One grey day, after a couple weeks of short grey days, I was driving past the windsock on Merrill on my way home. I had to stop, because the first thought that crossed my mind was "Photoshopped!" The orange cone was so brilliant that my mind could not handle an object that bright, moving restlessly against the tarnished silver sky.On a Wing and a Whimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00754595334684845895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105950419019044618.post-85199596033093913862012-01-05T21:03:56.152-08:002012-01-05T21:03:56.152-08:00Very well said. Thank you. I've often though...Very well said. Thank you. I've often thought much the same, but never put to words. - LyleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com