The woods of Southeast Alaska have always held magic; it’s where the art is. Time and rain created these woods. It’s here where mold looks beautiful, in it’s deep fur of 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 nothing to do with the feminine features of a beauty.
Things that should be negative are so positive here. Take the rain for instance, 180 inches of rain a year is a big puddle. The weaker constitutions in all of us go running. Looking at these woods though, shows how the sacrificed sunlight is worth every droopy day. Those days dominate the Ketchikan calendar and leave us was nothing left but a cat in the hat and maybe some art supplies.
Like pioneers, we have to find our own fun. A lot of us find it in projects inspired by what? The woods and her colors.
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