Posting vignettes based on great postcards found in my mail box and elsewhere.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Eye of the Frog

I love this postcard. I saw it at my eye doctor when I went for my annual exam last year. I asked if she had any extras and made a point of asking again when I went to pick up my glasses. I asked again a few months later when I needed my glasses adjusted. Apparently she got the idea as this card came in the mail this week.
Too bad the post office mutilated the green guy's face. They seem to consistantly smear and smudge the best images.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Summer Hockey Time

When you live in a hockey town there seems no end to the season. Here is an ad postcard for summer hockey camp in Fairbanks. That's one angry moose. He may represent the parents feelings about ice time extending not only into spring but summer as well.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Oh Canada, where pines and fireweeds grow...

Terry a member of Postcrossing from Canada sent this beautiful mountain from the Valley of the Ten Peaks in Banff National Park. I like the contrast of the majestic and rugged mountains with the delicate fireweeds. This beautiful magenta petalled wild plant is common not only to both Canada and Alaska but in the temperate Northern Hemisphere. The plant gets its name for its ability to reestablish on burnt over lands. It often covers fields left fallow or abandon construction sites. I guess nature abhors an ugly vacuum.
Some say they are forecasters of coming of winter but I've found this to be a dubious claim in the absolute sense. I've heard all sorts of predictions. When three rows of blooms are left there are three weeks before the first snow. Or when the plant is in full bloom it means six weeks to winter. One problem with all these prophecies is the lack of defining what constitutes winter. Some people mean the first snow. Others the fall equinox. Some vacillate between both to fit the prediction. I think all plant legends are generally accurate on a local basis with occasional aberrations accepted when they are given by a local who has observed the seasons for a life time or is heir to many generations accumulated observations. From my observations in the interior of Alaska for just shy of two decades, I can say with general certainty: when I see the blossoms fall from the top my snow gear is ready to go.