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 28, 2015

POLYCHROMATIC FASCINATION

... this evening i sat in my bay window to witness the end of day ...

... patterns gloriously strange appeared ...

... nature, using its words to speak to me ...

... me, for you and i, listening, hearing ...

... falling into time's never-ending chorus  ...

... a day spent outside in a frozen landscape, my body chilled, but, as if knowledge of my need existed, the warmth of my soul again restored ...

“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon
and then dripped over and was gone,
and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone,
and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going.
And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon,
and darkness crept over the land from the east.” 
JOHN STEINBECK