I have, lately, been trying to figure out the logistics of being angry at God.
I read an article in a Cleveland, Ohio newspaper about Patrick's death, and in the comments section, people kept talking about how his family's deep and abiding faith would carry them through. Frankly speaking, that sounds like some bullshit that somebody would only say if they hadn't ever lost a son, a brother, a close friend. Like my friend Carissa, I'm not okay with dismissing this as a matter of God's will.
I have arrived safely in Alaska. It is beautiful up here.
And now, some photographs.
Flying into Alaska was georgeous. I sat next to a kindly woman from Anchorage who informed me that, for our viewing pleasure, this flight featured a sunset and a sunrise–in the same few hours. In this photo, the sun has set, [...]