Posted in From a previous life..., Ketchikan, Writing Nothing until Something Appears

A Written Walk


The woods of Southeast Alaska have always held magic.   It’s here where mold looks beautiful, in her green.  If mold were a character, she would strut that expensive coat around, shoulders up, as if to say “It doesn’t matter what my face looks like.”

I picture her features to be thick and course, none requiring the word “beauty”.


Things that should be negative are turn positive in the air. The 180 inches of rain a year we receive in these parts  doesn’t quite make it on the postcard.  Looking at these woods though, shows how the sacrificed sunlight is worth every droopy day.  Those overcast days  dominate the Ketchikan calendar and leave us was nothing left but a Cat in the Hat kind of boredom.

Finding our fun, we returned to the woods and she offers inspiration.



A.E. LaSage In her series of shorts, Behind the Bridge to Nowhere, A. E. LaSage introduced a collection of characters who live their fiction in Ketchikan, Alaska. They continue to live beyond those pages and (with others) appear in new adventures. A bit of a character herself, she enjoys finding the absurd and personal in the ordinary.

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