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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July 26, 2013

JOHN'S FLOWERS

... john offered a gentle reminder that a rainy day should be a reason, not an excuse, so i took a little walk to enjoy the coolness of a misty summer afternoon ... these're for john ... (remember, if you click on a picture a slide show will pop up displaying all the pictures for the day's journal entry) ... 





The rain to the wind said,
"You push and I'll pelt."
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.
ROBERT FROST