Saturday, March 22, 2008

I'm so outa this old town

That's right. MizMagee is headed south. But, true confession: not south enough. Just south to Anchorage. No palm trees, sandy beaches, trade winds, or fruit flavored beverages with little umbrellas. Still, I don't want you to think I'm not enchanted with Fairbanks this time of year . March can be charming up here. A little cold, a little dreary, what with the dirty piles of snow, below zero mornings and all. Still, here are some pictures taken around this time of year just to prove it's not all chapped lips and wind chill. For example, the Mecca Bar, above, presumably dispenses liquid sunshine, although I've never worked up enough courage to go in and see for sure. But the sign is sunny and bright, even at night!

See, you practically need sunglasses for this one! Who says downtown is drab and boring?

We have tall buildings, and, better yet, lens flare from the sun. That's right.

And, when all else fails, we have purple benches, sea shells and, omigosh, spigots to remind us there might come a time when we actually have a lawn to water, sun to sit in and, um, okay, not the ocean - it's far away - but the shells are a nice touch anyway.

Be back later!

Wednesday, March 19, 2008


Waiting for summer.

Waiting for this new grandchild,
waiting to know.

Waiting for peaches and plums.

Waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Waiting for the axe to fall.

Waiting for birch sap.
Waiting for snow melt.

Waiting to see what's around the corner.
Waiting to see what's over the edge.

Sometimes it's just all about waiting.