For two evenings a rich yellow light has flooded Chicken Ridge turning the stop sign at 7th and Main into an art piece. (Must resist the urge to photograph it). Spruce, alder, and popular trees, like those in our garden glow green and yellow, reducing Mount Juneau to a pale background for their beauty. Turn about is fair for I’ve used these trees to frame the mountain on every morning walk to work. Stalking this beauty with camera leads to little, just this picture of a side door to the Unspeakable Acts Research Center

and this of the front of the building, which is an art studio fashioned from an old carriage house: