Something On A Sunday

A Fireplug

Ketchikan, Alaska 05.28.09

There are places in the world where the starkness or barrenness process a sense of beauty. In Alaska, the ruggedness, the sense of something being unkept, is it's beauty. Here, living life is too important to be overly concerned with a sense of order; or everything being kept pristine. Here, the landscape itself is what is pristine, what is to be enjoyed.

Perhaps this is too much to garner from a fireplug, but seeing it, unkept, paint flaking, caused me to think, in this place, the surroundings of the thing were more important than the thing itself. And in Alaska, the grandeur is what is important.