... i glance out my living room window to chance upon a soul seeming aimlessly wandering through the parking lot below ... source, path, direction, destination–there was a time i would have wondered–now, with memory of my own dark sentence served, i remind myself that often beginning can be found misplaced someplace between going and coming ...
Tarmac ribbons criss-crossing the landscape, dusty back roads twisting between the cool shadows of ancient pines, and less traveled pathways connecting present to past, all I wander, seeking, seeing, with my keyboard and camera capturing scenes and stories to share with you.
Now in its seventh year, this venue has become an important part of my life, a place where I can express my thoughts and feelings about the things I see and do, hoping the process brings me a bit closer to friends and family who enjoy sharing my sometimes chaotic and often nonlinear observations and ideas. A journal, I suppose, but one with which I find pleasure in thinking others are alongside me on my journey.
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