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.

October 14, 2016

THE BIG LENS

... colby college rented a "big lens" and john checked it out to take some promotional pictures for the school ... this was my take on the scene ... i live just to the right of the chapel, which is almost ten miles from the ridge that was our vantage point ...

... here's john with the "big lens" ... with the canon's "L" label neatly engraved on the barrel, a hunk of glass like this can cost as much as a good used car ... john's expression, i think, reflects what he remarked every time he moved the lens, "i don't want to be the one to break it" ... "but," i responded, "it's insured" ...

... "don't care ... i don't want to be the one to break it" ... 

... sunlight bringing the trees to flame only made the chill air in the shade even more biting to our fingers and cheeks ...

... we wandered our way over to visit the quaker hill cemetery, where some of john's relatives are at rest ...

... the morning sun, frost in the hollows, leaves cracking under foot—for all that changes some things remain as they've always been ...

... as i said in the previous post, of late i'm in a portrait mood ...

... i snapped a picture of john strolling down his favorite road ...

... the sebasticook was low, to the point we could almost walk across without getting our feet wet ... soon will be snow and ice ...

... i don't know if with the "big lens" john got the picture he wanted, but for sure our little morning wanderabout was a great success ...

... of course, whether or not the pictures are any good, this is another of the many ways wanderabouts are never measured ...


FOUR

... of late more and more i've been focusing my lens upon people ... as much as i enjoy photographing trees and leaves and the occasional moose alongside the road, it is trying to convey the essence of an individual that i find most challenging ...

... as georgia o'keeffe, joanna, my "cayman cousin," looking to the sea from pemaquid point ...

"The simple fact of yourself ... there it is ... just you ... no excitement about it ... a very simple fact ... the only thing you have ... keep it as clear as you can."
GEORGIA O'KEEFFE

... robert steele, a fellow veteran and bookstore "regular" ...

... john meader, who both delights in exploring the universe, and, with his portable planetarium, bringing that delight to students all over the state ... 

... john wiley, a true renaissance man ...

... four people—each a place in the landscape of my life ...