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.

January 6, 2016

A READER

... robert steele, one of re-books' "regulars," stopped in for a visit ... tucked away in the back corner seat, where gruesome death from collapsing piles of books is always an imminent threat, i snapped a picture ... i'm still working on a black-and-white interpretation, for color i just couldn't resist this poster version ...

I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman,
"Where's the self-help section?"
She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.
GEORGE CARLIN