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 30, 2016

MY UNCLE VERNON

... my dear uncle, vernon jackson, died last week ... his was a long and wonderful time, one in which he worked to make the world a better place for all of us, so the sorrow i feel is more than balanced by the great joy which forever will be mine for having had him in my life ...

... of all the photographs i have of my uncle vernon, this is my favorite ... next to the front porch he was watering francine's flowers ... i was trying to take his picture, not always an easy thing to do with jackson men (and, yes, as you've seen over the years my brother, michael, is most clearly one of 'em) ... [click] ... my uncle continued to spray the plants ... [click] ... he turned and looked at me ... even as i began to press the shutter button i noticed that from what normally was a very carefully controlled and contained countenance a rather odd smile was emerging ... [click] ... in the next second he pointed the water nozzle at me, calculated exactly where to aim so as to not wet my camera, and proceeded to seriously soak me from my chest to my feet ... 

... i was suprised ... i was stunned ... my uncle—he who had more than once shared high tea with her majesty, the queen of england, he who with great humility would inscribe after his signature the initials "o.b.e." ("order of the british empire," which unless you are a brit, you'll probably not know is a really, really, really big deal)—my uncle had squirted me with the water hose ...

... then, in seemingly a fit of absolute mirth, he burst into a most perfectly pure laughter ...

... for me, just for me ...

... and, even as still chuckling he turned to resume his duty to the garden, in that moment i knew—as i know the sun, as i know the wind, as i know the waves that forever delineate the shore which defines that little island in the sea—i knew that this was of the very finest moments in my life ...

... i will miss my uncle ... i will miss his dry wit, his tremendous intellect and intelligence, his compassion, his quiet strength, his great reserve ...

... but, for all my time to be, i know i will never have to miss his laughter ...

PARKING LOT WANDERABOUT

... a miserably cold and wet day, that special moment in new england when memory of summer's warmth and a still fading glow of autumn's recent fiery glory can no longer hold in abeyance the chill promise of winter, a time when even the hardy and hardened residents of the region disagree as to the merits of living in this climate of fickle extremes ... snow removal rules are in effect so my motorcycle's now parked over in roger's driveway, but that didn't inhibit me from grabbing my camera as i headed to my car, list of errands to complete in hand ... strolling across the lot my eyes were drawn to these two leaves about fifteen feet off the path to my chevy ...

... once i bent over, a new world began to emerge ... so fascinating, still, how that happens ... until today, even after several intensive courses in biology and botony, i've never fully understood how plants turn dirt and sunlight into sugar—until this afternoon, that is, when a moment with this leaf brought it all to perfect focus ...

... on the trunk lid of my car, as if to say, "sir, i worked so very, very hard to land in this precise spot—please, take a moment to appreciate my effort" ... i did ...

"Beneath color is substance."
L.ALLEN

... i was there, so i can see the chevrolet impala in this photograph ...

... it was dry this afternoon, breezy but the temperature was almost 50°f ... i went for a little wanderabout on my motorcycle ... i had other things on my mind, so i took no pictures ... i know you'll understand, which, if you think about it, is a pretty nice thing ...