one of my most stunning memories is of dawn in Anchorage, the snow covered mountains blushing in the freezing cold in April 1994. My plane, en route to Beijing, landed at the deserted airport in the middle of the night for emergency repairs (oh no!. It was an amazing and beautiful sight. I am so glad we had to land.
This yound fellow was not too far from my home. It was in a park that I visit often and was following a young female around. He's not a large male, but large enough to get me moving fast when he heads my way with his hair up.
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