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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August 30, 2013

LISTENING

... this morning i left the apartment to share breakfast and a picture taking stroll with a friend ... also, i hoped that for him i could somehow be a good listener ... [i know, you're absolutely correct, that's something of which i'm always needing more practice] ... as i walked across the parking lot the morning sky called to me ...


... it said, "this little tree only appears to be alone" ...

... sometimes i'm a tree, and, many of you, you've been my sky ... with all your help, i'm still trying to learn how to be a beautiful sky, if for no other reason than it makes me a much stronger tree ...