Flower for the Day Crocus 3-21-18

Well it has been a month and we finally are getting my "normal" crocuses.

Twilight Zone Apr 2016

Crocus

A crocus with a head of a cracked pistachio.
The crocus sits outside of the red circus tent.
The crocus sticks out its yellow tongue today.

The crocus stem wishes to be a flamingos leg.
The crow is scared so it fly's back to the forest.

The crow is all tangled in the beard of forest.
All around you hear branches being fractured.

The crow shouldn't be so so scared of a crocus
The crocus stuck out its tongue it didn't cuss.

The crocus mind is full of dandelions for why.
The red circus tent falls to reveal a gallows.

Blades of grass do wait for their crocus to die.
The crow is scared so it fly's back to the forest.

Travel Presentation

I will be giving a travel presentation "Exploring the North West Passage" at the Green Center in University

City on Tuesday April 3rd at 6:00. Seating is limited.

If you are unable to attend I will be giving the talk again in July at Innsbrook and in the fall in Des Peres.

Flower for the Day The Beginning - Crocus

Its hard to believe that my crocuses began blooming in February. It looks like

a little sun can make you bloom under the right conditions. The crocus is in the iris family.

They seem to come from out of nowhere,

In several different colors. Awesome.

spring

rivulets racing through  sun-sparkle fading snow-crust  crocuses poking

Copyright © Krow Fischer | Year Posted 2009 

Jan's 80th

On February 11 the family celebrated Jan's 80th birthday. We are looking forward to many more.

Back Row: Chris & Meg, Danny& Lee, Gordon & Kelli, Blake & Adam

Front Row: Don & Jan, &Will

Don's Blog From Point Barrow to Point Hope

Leaving Point Barrow we sailed west along the coast.  At Barrow the marginal Beaufort Sea becomes the Chukchi Sea. The name Chukchi derives from the Russian Chukatka Peninsula. The southernmost limit of the Chukchi is the Bering Strait which connects it to the Bering Sea and the Pacific Ocean

We passed Cape Lisburn on the Lisburn Peninsula. It was first seen by Captain James Cook who wrote on August 21, 1778, "The southern extreme seemed to form a point which was named Cape Lisburne". Currently it is a part of the Alaska Maritime National Wildlife Refuge.

Forty miles southwest is the village of Point Hope. 

The waters from Point  Barrow to  Point Hope are fertile grounds for sighting bowhead whales and walrus. As we sailed we saw several bowheads on the surface. Watching the bowhead tail breech the water is a thrill creating a lifetime memory.

Even more exciting was when we spotted a walrus.

Walrus (Odobenus rosmarus) are large flippered marine mammals that live mostly in shallow waters above the continental shelf. They spend most of their lives eating bivalve mollusks off the bottom and are long lived social mammals. Walrus tusks, their most prominent feature are elongated canine teeth. Males have significantly larger and longer tusks. This walrus is probably a female. The tusks are used sometimes for fighting between bulls and more commonly for helping these huge mammals to pry themselves out of the water onto the sea ice or the land.

A walrus mystery: I obtained this item in 1969 when I lived in Anchorage.

It is a walrus oosik. The oosik is a native Alaskan name for a baculum or penis bone. The bone is found in the penis of many placental mammals and primates including walruses, seals, polar bears, gorillas and chimpanzees. Th oosik is located above the male urethra and aids in reproduction by maintaining stiffness.

This bone is not found in humans. I gave my son, Lee the oosik from a black bear which he has used, after polishing, as a drink swizzle stick.

Top Cover for America - 1970

Between 1967 and 1970  I was on active duty at Elmendorf Air Force Base  in Anchorage. We were a TAC base and our motto was: Top Cover for America. Before we left in June of 1970 we went north on a trip with our friends Bill and Helen Spangler to visit Nome, Point Hope, and Fairbanks.

Mainly what we did was laugh. This picture was taken in Fairbanks on our way back. I think it is the only photo I have with me in uniform. The seal skin is on a shelf in the basement of the lake house.

One story: In Fairbanks we rented a car and toured the city and its surroundings. It was near to the longest days of the year and we ended up checking out some penned-up re-introduced musk oxen when our car died. I ended up calling the Otolaryngologist at Fort Greeley who got up and saved us in his huge van. He had really good raucous music and we hooted and howled and laughed as it was early in the morning and we were all totaled. 

Don's Bog Nome at Last II

Here are some images of Nome from 1970 when I had last been there with Jan and another couple.

The streets were gravel.

A few of the sidewalks were 'boarded'.

The sidewalk on Main Street was put in when I was passing through town in 1969. The road is unpaved.

This is the same sidewalk 49 years later. Looks like it is ready for replacement. Behind Dan is a bust of Amundsen, the same as the ones in Gjoa Haven and his hometown in Norway. Above is the Alaska state flag with the North Star and the Big Dipper.

I have more than enjoyed writing my trip photo essays but alles gut muss zu ende kommen.

Its on to the next adventure.

Don's Blog Nome at Last I

After leaving Little Diomede Island we sailed south through the night along the coast of Alaska. Several hours north of Nome we stopped at a 'gas station' off of Teller Alaska and a barge filled our fuel tanks.

 As we came to Nome our ship could not go into the harbor because of the wave action. 

We got off Le Boreal in Nome as we had gotten on the ship in Kangerlusuaq Greenland - on large orange covered life boats.

Nome (Siqnazuaq) is located on the southern coast of the Seward Peninsula on the Norton Sound of the Bering Sea. I had been to Nome in 1969 and 1970. This is the street along the shore at that time.

With Jan and our friends Bill and Helen we explored the city.

Its hard to believe that the "kid" shown here was a USAF Major who was protecting your northern border at Elmendorf Air Force Base. The photo shows how much of the city garbage was handled in those days. It was deposited onto the ice and when the spring 'break up' came it disappeared out to sea.

Don's Blog The North West Passage

This clip is from Mike Beedell - photographer, adventurer, naturalist, and friend. The song performed by Stan Rogers has been described as Canada's unofficial national anthem. 

https://youtu.be/-fxOY-hsxlE

Don's Blog The Lonely Muskox

I hope that you will enjoy one more personal adventure on this expedition. One of our favorite people on the trip was a harmonica player named Mike Stevens. We all received harmonicas and Mike attempted to teach us how to play them. For his performances on the mouth harp Mike always wore a hat which he thought made him play better. On the last night Mike wanted us to give a concert for the passengers and crew. As our topic Mike chose 'The Lonely Musk Ox" on Herschel Island.  I wrote the lyrics and was the lead singer. We had 2 minutes and 50 seconds of fame. Let me just say that fame is evanescent as well as fleeting. The song was a surprise and the lecture hall was lined on each side with harmonica players. We were all costumed as musk oxen.

https://youtu.be/tTZ1EIJPM9o

THE DREAMER

WENT TO THE ISLAND

THE MUSK OX WAS THERE

STURDY AND LONELY

AND COVERED WITH HAIR

HE'S LOOKING FOR LOVE

OH WHERE HAS IT GONE

NO MUSKIRT IS COMING

FOR PASSION OR PLAY

HIS DESTINY IS WAITING

IN THE RAIN BY THE BAY

STANDING AND DREAMING

OF THE RUTS OF THE PAST

STANDING AND WAITING

FOR THE WHALES TO BE SAVED

STANDING AND WAITING 

FOR THE CLIMATE TO CHANGE

LIKE THE MUSKOX ON HERSHEL

OUR DREAM IS SO SHARP

OF HAVING MIKES HAT

TO PLAY OUR OWN HARP.

THIS COMES FROM THE HEART!

Lyrics by Don Sessions

September 2017