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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January 22, 2013

TIME TO START GETTING READY

NIKON D200-NIKKOR 18-125@75mm-F6.3-1/125th-ISO400
... middle of winter, best of times to post a motorcycle picture ... i've wanted to move up to a full-face helmet, not so much for the added safety the style provides as much as i've had the feeling that for cold weather or rainy day riding such a helmet would keep my chin and lower face warmer, but i've never chanced upon one i found to be very comfortable ... monday i joined roger for an outing to tri-sports in topsham ... while he was taking care of some details concerning his motorcycle, i talked with the desk clerk in the parts department ... after listening to me for awhile he remarked, "i think i can help you" ... he took an L-sized helmet, smaller than my partial-face XL, and replaced the lining pads with thinner alternatives ... end result was me purchasing a perfectly fitting full-faced hjc helmet, including at no cost an anti-fog faceplate liner ... yea, i know, temperatures in the single-digits and snow on the ground, but, for sure, it's never too early in the season to start getting ready to ride ... next on the agenda, cross fingers for me, the dealer will inform me that the machine i want to own so i can do some serious interstate driving, the honda cb 500f, is going to be in the showroom soon ...


JON IN NORTH NEW PORTLAND

OLYMPUS E-P1 PROJECT
... jon had to go to pease air force base to complete his flight simulator training and he added to his trip by making a nice visit to new england, including a couple days visiting with me ... this afternoon we took a nice drive in the countryside ... first item on the agenda was lunch, as in, "uncle pat, they just don't know how to make real pizza in ohio" ... we stopped at the little convenience store in north anson, where we shared a most excellent spicy pepperoni fresh dough pie, good enough that i burned my mouth and had to take one of my colorful stomach pills ... after that was an outing to the wire bridge in north new portland ... those of you who follow this journal know that in the whole world this is one of my most favorite places ... it didn't take too long before the 10°F temperature began to get to him, i'm suspecting he might becoming a bit of a flatlander ... a few years ago, in a much colder winter, thrustings upwards to within a few inches of the deck boards a huge ice jam threatened to destroy the 170 year-old structure ... luckily, the jam broke before the army corp of engineers had to set off the boxes of dynamite they'd brought to deal with the situation ...

OLYMPUS E-P1 PROJECT
... we stopped at the outskirts of town, where jon asked me to help him learn the settings of his very own brand-new olympus e-pl3 (a variation of my e-p1) ... years and years ago the old fire engine was left in a field along the road, where it patiently passes time as a race takes place between rust and the chance passing of an interested collector ... so far, the rust seems to be winning ...

OLYMPUS E-P1 PROJECT
... i like to visit the old fire engine, if only admire its form and imagine it all bright shiny red, affectionately buffed so that it seemed to glow from within, as if attempting to live up to its title ... back in its day the chrome trim would have been buffed to a mirror-like finish, so that as it raced through town reflected in its passing would have been the startled expressions of those for whom it brought, if not actually welcomed, at least some secretly appreciated excitement to the unvaried routine of daily life in rural maine ...

OLYMPUS E-P1 PROJECT
... there's no sense of sadness, despondency, nor, for that matter, even mournful dejection ... rather, the old fire engine emanates an aura of modest pride, as if quietly reflecting to all those who care to listen, "i know what i did, forever i will reserve space for the souls of those who tended me, used me as a tool in service to the community ... i helped extinguish small fires and raging conflagrations, i preserved property and saved lives, now for me is an easy resting" ...