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Entries in raven (10)

Saturday
Jan192013

Coffee-helicopter-raven-Talkeetna Mountains; last post until we get to Hawaii - escape from the net

This is the only picture I took today. I had planned to have Kalib in the picture, but it didn't

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Sunday
Dec232012

Continuing our early Christmas shopping spree, we drive to Anchorage, see creatures and machines that fly, enjoy some fine dining and catch both Santa and the police at work

Santa was at Diamond and his beard was real. My doubts as to whether or not Santa really exists

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Saturday
Nov032012

Margie casts her ballot and then we go dine with ravens

As I will be in Anaktuvuk Pass on election day, I decided to vote early. Margie decided to vote with

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Monday
May282012

Charlie's raven show; Margie returns to Alaska; Thomas and the boys; biker in the rain; sky warrior remembered

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.

Wednesday
May232012

Seven mundane scenes from one mundane day seven days ago, beginning with an Alaska State Trooper, ending with a raven

I back up now seven days to an unblogged day I dropped into at random without even realizing it was seven days ago, then opened it up found that I had photographed seven different subjects. Some say that seven is a lucky number. A bit of good luck would be a good thing right now.

On that day, seven days ago, I found myself behind a State Trooper. I wonder if, when he looked in his mirror and saw me behind him, he double checked his speed to be certain he was not accidently exceeding the limit?

I wonder if, when he pulled up to this stop sign, he felt a temptation to save a little gas by not coming to a complete stop and just kind of roll through, but then looked in his mirror, was reminded I was still behind him and so chose to make a full stop?

He did make a full stop. In fact, once stopped, he sat there a bit longer than seemed necessary. I thought about honking my horn to prod him to get moving, but I am exceptionally polite and so I did not.

After I parked the car, I took a little walk and saw a duck - a mallard duck. A guy mallard duck.

Then I looked up in the sky and saw another duck. I could not determine if it was a guy duck or a gal duck. A good ornithologist could have undoubtedly looked at this duck and determined its sex in an instant, but I could not.

Next, I saw a Chinese caterpillar, crawling through the Alaska sky.

Later in the afternoon, I was in my car, drinking Metro Cafe coffee. I saw several kids riding bikes alongside Church Road. I zeroed in on these two...

...plus this lady and this little boy, not far behind them.

As usual, Margie was gone, babysitting grandkids. Come night, I looked in the fridge and cupboards for something to eat, but the sights were pretty grim. 

So I drove to Taco Bell, squandered scant economic resource and dined with ravens.