scissors, bird beaks and kittiwakes

This evening I was talking on the telephone to my twin sister, Sherry, about their upcoming trip to Florida.  I detailed the whole babysitting experience over the past few days and she told me about what is happening in Kentucky with her family.  We must have talked for forty-five minutes hopping from topic to topic, and the whole conversation ended with her telling me that while we had been chatting she had been doodling scissors and bird beaks.

"Scissors and bird beaks?" .

"Yes, I've been looking at a pair of scissors on my table and then I began doodling scissors and then bird beaks." she answered.

That's what I love about my sister.  Through all the telephone dialog, she is living her passion.

Well, here is my passion as well as posting on this blog site every live long day.  Photography!

                        

This is a photo of a Kitti-wake, a seagull we saw in Alaska at Mt McKinley.   You can recognize it by the black winged feathers.

Now I must tell you of a story that happened when Truett and I traveled to Chena Hot Springs (the end of a  road I must tell you.)   First, you have have to imagine nothing but wilderness,  hundreds of thousands of acres of black spruce with a few wild animals along the way.

             

 No gas stations.  No ice cream parlors and definitely no Burger Kings.  Well, after driving for a long time Truett and I spotted a sign for "Two-Forks River".  A few minutes later we saw a gas station/food mart/post office.  So we hurriedly pulled in so I could rest.  I walked in the food mart and asked,  "Do you have a rest room?"  A young boy said, "It's at the post office."

So I walked to the front door under the post office sign and noticed the door was closed and locked.  Well, I knocked on the door anyway because I really had to rest.  After all the sign said, "Post Office".  A few seconds later I noticed a shadow inside the dark room and an elderly lady, oh, probably 85-9o years old, opened the door.  She directed me to the third door between the post office sign and the gas station and said,  "It's over there."

Well, I rested fine but the whole time wondered why the post office sign was over her apartment in this gas station/food mart/ home complex.  This is nothing outstanding or amazing for that fact.  It was just a reality about living in Alaska and accepting their lifestyle for what it is.

Here are some other photos I took from Chena Hot Springs. 

                           

                        

                                                Birch trees

I learned that birch trees are solid.  That's why they were used as canoes.

So that's it for my passions.

 

                                                             

Comments

[merryjennifer]

I love the sculpture made of antlers. Part of me always hopes that those antlers just fell off the animals they came from. I know it's not true, but I like to think that anyway.

[Sherry]

Did I hear where they "molt" their antlers? Beautiful pictures.