When I was a little girl, my parents would take my sister and me to the D. A. R. Constitution Hall weekly for a narrated National Geographic film. I was riveted to the images of foreign peoples in foreign lands doing foreign things. Even though the travelogue ran long past my bedtime, I seldom went to sleep. My wanderlust took root while attending those lectures.
Back to the present.
A favorite blogger of mine is starting, as you read this, a trip to the Canadian Arctic. He will share his exploration via a photo-essay on-line. This is the modern day version of those travelogues of yore.
Springtime in the Arctic. My imagination conjures thunderous rivers fueled by spring thaws. Ice flows break up into bumper cars, slamming logjams and each other on the herky-jerky free float downstream. Wildflowers bewitch. Wildlife beckons. The shift of palette from winter’s monochrome to spring’s lusty plethora is blindingly vivid. The landscape morphs from icy to lush.
I can’t wait to see the reality of my vision. If you want to follow along, click the link below. I dare you.
BULLETIN: My euphoria overwhelmed my reason. I checked my facts — after the fact. Yes, Phil Kneen is preparing for the trip now, but the actual travel happens later. Smash. The sound you hear is my shattered vision of an arctic spring in photographs. Hmmmm. The timing may be better suited to summer rodeos in Calgary. I wonder if Phil can outrun a mad momma grizzly?
P. S. THE LESSON HERE IS CHECK YOUR FACTS FIRST, NOT AFTER YOU HAVE WRITTEN A PIECE.