enjoying the warm sunny weather in spring green fairbanks, and losing myself in summer reading on dogs and winter.
"The temperature was about thirty below zero. With bells jingling, we swept though a fairyland of crystalline loveliness, each pine bough freighted with lace and gems, and a stillness that made silence seem like sound."
From Ploughman of the Moon by Robert Service
Pictures of a mid-February puppy run around Stengelsen.
"Winter has late blue dawns and the warm buttery light of the low midday sun. It has the jagged gems of hoarfrost and soft, feathery snow. Winter is the season of solitude and pure, glorious silence. And in winter, the sled dogs run."