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.

June 12, 2016

MAINE CANOE SYMPOSIUM

... john invited me to be a presenter at this year's "maine canoe symposium" ... i also took pictures throughout the weekend ... although i'm sure it wouldn't be a problem, since i gave all the photographs to m.c.s. i'll limit myself to these two images from early saturday morning ...

"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see."
HENRY DAVID THOREAU


... i had a wonderful time at the symposium ... i met some very nice people, ate well, and got to sleep in a really cool platform tent ... even more than this, the three days at moose pond brought to me neglected memories of the many times my father trekked us into the woods ... from my childhood it was the shared camaraderie of the camp that would slowly metamorphose into a solid foundation upon which i could securely stand as i struggled to learn life's important lessons ...

... thank you, m.c.s., thank you , john, and, forever, thank you, pa ...