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 28, 2016

R.I. MOMENTS

... greenwich main street, a moment in which to pause ...

... when there's nothing to take a picture of—well, that should never happen ...

... my brother ... he got one of those gilbert chemistry sets for christmas and decided i was to be the subject of his mad science ... "how did you get those purple marks on your ears," ma asked ... "um ... well, i think some of the radiation from the alien's flying saucer must've leaked through the garbage can lid i was hiding behind" ... i was never going to rat out my brother, if for no other reason than when i couldn't protect myself i could count on him to step in to do the job ... and, honestly, what good's a mom if you can't screw with her mind a bit every once and awhile ... 

... fully aware of the impossiblility of ever doing so, pa i would never think of messing with ... "stay away from your brother when he gets that mad scientist look in his eyes—and, next time, wrap the garbage can lid with tin foil" ...