Its own unique spring in Anchorage at the end of March.

Most likely this is the last opportunity for Tosha to play in the snow this season.

Yesterday Rus returned from the bear camp. True, the bear is now resting, but as for wilderness, remoteness and solitude – always welcome.

The grey ghost replaced the car.

The neighbor, Jim, who lives about a mile south and comes to pick up the mail, replaced a live human communication, even if it’s just for half an hour every Tuesday.

This fawn played the role of the indigenous animal. From hunger and weakness it separated from its parents and came to human dwelling to die (he’s still alive).

And this aggregate delivered mail and groceries once a week.

This is the Kodiak Island, baby!

In Anchorage the magic is happening right now in the form of exemplary fluffy and sparkly snowfall and a light blizzard.

In the process of celebrating Alla’s Birthday we hiked the Flattop Mountain.

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The Anchorage downtown behind the airport named after the senator from Alaska, Ted Stevens.

Doubtfully refined, but certainly practical carrier of Dreamliner’s parts from all corners for the world to Seattle, Boeing Dreamlifter somehow turned up in Alaska.

Unlike the continental states with their endless freeways, Alaska receives and sends its mail predominantly by air.

Alaska, even in January, confirms its photogenic reputation: no matter where you point your camera, you will find a decent picture.

Look up the mountains and forest – there is a picture for you:

Zoom in on the top of the spruce tree – also a picture:

Lower down your camera to the river – quite a picture:

Even gaze into the water and a picture looks back at you:

Celebration Alaska-style. Happy New Year!

In Anchorage the 2016 is ending on a cheerful note – with the fresh snow and invigorating frost!

Ploughing with great pleasure and enthusiasm.

Finally we are celebrating this holiday with the right decorations. Happy New Year, our dear friends-followers!

The students from the surrounding neighborhoods are heading to the University of Alaska through the Russian Jack park.

It’s lovely to see old trees in relatively new neighborhoods.

The old Ford’s winter hibernation.