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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December 25, 2013

CONCERT BY THE RIVER - REVISIT

... two years ago, at an open concert in the big field down by the two-cent bridge ...


ME, MY "BRUDDER," AND MA - 1951

... in irumagawa, saitama, japan, patrick begins ...

CHRISTMAS DAY STROLL

... i put on my new boots, donned several layers of outwear, pulled my knit cap down around my ears, and headed out to view the results of the ice storm ...

... down by the old hathaway buildings the trees were coated with as much as 1/2-inch of ice ...

... "how come you're takin' pictures, do you work for the newspaper" ... "nah, just enjoying the day, how about you, why aren't you inside staying warm" ... "it's so pretty, i thought i just stand here and watch for awhile" ...

... a gentle breeze strummed the low afternoon sunbeams and together they brought a soft crystal melody from the ice encased branches ...

... a result of the very dry cold air, in the bright sunlight the ice is lasting an unusually long time ...

... frozen in flight, old glory refused to surrender to the storm ...

... i wasn't the only person out for a stroll ...


... behind one of the houses that is perched upon the bluff above the south end, the fire department responded to some sort of emergency ...

... per john meander's musing, at first i was hesitant to enjoy the results of a storm from which there are still thousands of mainers without power ... i reminded myself, however, that the universe has neither positive nor negative valence, it is within our personal interaction with the forces of nature that we assign emotion and esthetic value so as to at least try to understand the incomprehensible and feel comfort knowing we've a place in the infinite ...

WALK BACK FROM THE RIVER LOT

... after house sitting for sarah and gordy, i left new hampshire and drove over to portland to pick up adrien at the jetport ... her flight was delayed, so it was almost eight o'clock by the time we left the city ... due to the ice storm the ride north was slower than usual, but for the most part the roadway was easy to negotiate ... after leaving adrien at her house i drove into town, then parked down by the river because the plowing signs were up ... i took my time walking back up to the apartment ...