This was obviously my first time to witness and photograph the elusive Northern Lights.
My blurry, poorly white balanced photos are a sad testament to the glory of Aurora Borealis, at least in comparison to the dozens of well composed images in a google image search of the Northern Lights. I stand proudly by them, nevertheless, just glad to have seen such a sight. Continue reading “Aurora Borealis”
Summer is over, and fall is quickly fading away up here in Fairbanks. Snow has come and gone a few times already and those wintry previews have me nervously biting my nails in anticipation of winter proper.
In a scramble to see Fairbanks as tourists before heavy snow blankets the borough, we’ve trotted all over town in heavy coats and an overloaded stroller. At this point we have no idea what’s appropriate to wear — it’s cold to us, but some of the locals seem okay with just a light fleece jacket and sandals. Others have already started wearing down parkas and warm wool hats. I personally need lots of layers already, which makes dressing Margot even more confusing and cumbersome.
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Well Friends, it’s been one whole year of me going on and on about our upcoming PSC (Permanent Change of Station) to Alaska. In a week the movers will be here to neatly pack our lives into boxes and transport them to the interior of Alaska.
The Military lifestyle is still a foreign concept to me, probably because my upbringing was one of such permanence. If you bumped into the couch, you’d uncover depressions in the carpet where the legs had long settled. Dated shag carpet, wicker wall hangings, and oatmeal colored curtains decorated our home until I was well into Jr. High.
I left that childhood home when I was sixteen. I packed my bags for Oklahoma and never looked back. That was the first in a series of big changes in my life.
The next place I called home was Norman, OK where I was a college student turned townie. I almost made it an entire decade there, but a PCS to Washington changed that. Now, not even two years later, we’re off to yet another location. A friend recently suggested that change is the only constant for me these days. So true.
In just over a week, we’ll have our Subaru all packed up, with a roof box on top, travel trailer in tow and a big fat beagle in the cargo area. Yours truly will ride in back with the baby (I’m too tall to fit in the front seat with the carseat behind it), and the snacks. We’ll wave good bye to our first family home, and say hello to a much larger town home on Fort Wainwright.
So here we go again, off to make new friends and to explore another region of the US, this time with our ever-changing baby girl Margot.
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Your prayers for our safe travels (and the survival of my houseplants) are greatly appreciated!
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