Anchorage, Alaskas —

The sun also rises. Beckoning later and later, orange and cold, it slots above the Chugach erasing shadows. Late in the years, these days are absolutely distilled. Honed to a precipitous edge, the backside nothing but long, black sleep. We watch ourselves pass from light to darkness — unhurried, quietly shepherded to winter’s waiting maw.

The Matanuska River. Cottonwoods. Pioneer Peak.

Moose, Bull.

Found: Train Tracks in motion.