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.

September 15, 2016

LUNCH WITH THE OLD TIMERS

... mike and beth took me to the church's monthly "seniors lunch" ... a casual outing, i was well welcomed even though i only recently received my official u.s. government "senior status" card ...

... craig, mike's friend, is an accomplished artist ... he served 26 years in the united states coast guard ...

 ... aunt may is now 94 years—hmmmmm, even at her age she's such a hot ticket i hesitate to use the word "old" in defining her ... 

... proof my brother knows how to smile, and, equally, proof i have to sneak up on him to get the evidence ...