Kalib at 5 years old - it's all about trains; the cake wound up on the floor
When we arrived to celebrate Kalib's fifth birthday, he was watching a movie - about a
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When we arrived to celebrate Kalib's fifth birthday, he was watching a movie - about a
How come Charlie's eyes are lit so dramatically, almost like there is a spotlight shining
I had to go to town to pick Margie up from the airport. I had not yet had a chance to see Charlie's raven show, so, an hour before Margie's flight was scheduled to arrive, I picked Charlie and Melanie up and we headed over to the Midnight Sun Brewery to take a look and have dinner.
I remain amazed at what Charlie has done with his raven photos. Everybody who reads this blog regularly knows that I photograph ravens when I happen upon them, but Charlie has gone beyond that. Some time ago, he gave himself a mission: to photograph a raven and a stranger every day.
He has done good.
Charlie had a little placard up and in it he gave me the credit for inspiring him to take up a camera and do what he has done. That was nice. He and Melanie should now be driving south, towards Homer, where they are going to join Rex and Cortney on a boat ride to Halibut Cove and then camp out in a cabin for the rest of the week. I hope they catch lots of fish and share with us.
Rex made a kayak and they are taking it, too.
I have written a few times before about how desperate Margie gets for Arizona during the winter, how badly she wants to go back. As always, when I picked her up at the airport, she was happy - no, thrilled - to be back in Alaska.
Of course, winter is over. The sun shines. She would soon greet her grandsons.
Big Thomas was on the go.
The sun does shine - today. But not yesterday, not when I drove to town to see Charlie's ravens and pick Margie up.
Yesterday, it rained.
Dad, top row, third from left, who died on Memorial Day five years ago. May you, your fellow B-24 crew and all the others who fought alongside you for this nation, in this war and others, so many to die in the fight, never be forgotten.