Even up here in the Arctic, time "marches" on, and before we know it we find ourselves in the month when spring (!!!) officially arrives. Longer days and "milder" weather (using the term loosely) mean your intrepid reporter will be venturing out once more for long walks out on the land, and be assured that this will result in many photographic treats for my patient, long-suffering readers. Soon we'll all be singing that classic ode to the new season: "Spring has sprung, the moss has riz, I wonder where the musk-ox is..."