“It was dark now and broodingly sluggish. Like something supine waiting to spring, with just the tip of its tail twitching.”
– Cornell Woolrich, Angels of Darkness 1978
I have been visiting Anchorage, Alaska for a week now. I don’t know if I have seen too many horror movies set in Alaska, or if it is just the rain and and the post summer opening hours, but the atmosphere here is a strange one. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it feels like a place in between; a place where something off is about to happen. It feels…precarious.
Despite the ominous mood, which is no doubt a figment, or manifestation of some personal neurosis (either that or the presage of Halloween…haha), I have been having a great time. The restaurants here are truly excellent, and I have been enjoying quality time with my hubby, even though we are both working! I still have the weekend to go. Looking forward to seeing a little more of the area.
Place I can recommend for food and/or cocktails:
A PHOTO DIARY