The straightness and clear delineation of these dirt lines in the snow berms along a street in Anchorage this Spring attract me and give me unease. They are so beautiful and I go chasing them with my camera. At the same time, it is disturbing to see lines this firm in nature because they seem as though they don't be long in something as natural as snow. And, indeed, I don't think they could exist without the city's plowing services.
I took this in March. Now the snow is a soft, brown, almost-melted ridge.