Last week I uploaded a handful of images to my flickr account my step grandfather took around downtown Anchorage in April 1964 after the massive earthquake that struck southcentral Alaska when my mother and father were young. Lucky for that earthquake that I am alive as my mother's workplace was destroyed and her company temporarily relocated to the same building my father worked at and if not for that they would not have dated.

Internet curator, language enthusiast, independent artist and photographer, and digital nomad.
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