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 fifth 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.

December 19, 2015

THE MAN ON THE GRASSY KNOLL

"the man on the grassy knoll"

... for several very good reasons i'm not sure i should like this photograph, yet i do ... it's as if i had torn individual pages from each of the little tales i've penned, then, having bound them together in random order and struggled to discern plot within the chaotic prose, was startled to discover that collectively they told a story all their own ...