On the first full day of Fall I quietly followed Wally outside on a short slow neighbourhead stroll and turned back to grab the camera . . . we quickly lost ourselves and fell far behind for fall. We found ourselves upon an unfamiliar path behind suburbia through the trees beside the creek along the front of the Chugach foothills under the high tension POWER lines and over crooked roots and colourful leaves and looped around and wound up back inside for lunch.
Kari Glass
