Still, Anchorage:

All sketched in gray. The underground. Hiss and creak and otherwise forgotten Subterranean. God’s own occurrence happens beyond vision. It’s a madness of exploration and direction with one way out: up.

Day’s Work —

Rabbit Slough, Matanuska River, Alaska.

Or, Emptiness Nests Within Empty Building.

Shadows always coming or going.

Not my arm, but Turnagain.