I’ve had a hard time describing Anchorage to people who often ask me what life in urban Alaska is like. Anchorage is quite unapologetic — we are who we are and we don’t take lightly to any “big city” slander, even from fellow Alaskans. I think after five years in Anchorage, I’ve finally stopped trying to fight her.
I’ve often viewed my move to Anchorage from rural Alaska as a pandemic-induced resignation. But, in the spirit of the new year, I look back now and see that Anchorage was a giant cushion for my aching body — stitched together by community and adorned with frilly, laced-lined possibilities.
This year-long photographic series, guided each month by different themes, is my attempt to show you Anchorage through a new set of eyes — photographing with intent, admiration and pride for this city and its people…