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 5, 2017

WANDERING WINTER

... john picked me up, another wanderabout that also served me as mental health medicine ... i was just getting into this particular shot when i heard, "car coming" ... mainers are notorious for driving around without clearing the ice and snow off their windshields, so i heeded the warning ...

... barely visible to my unaided eyes, i knew it was going to take some serious work in photoshop to bring it to vision ... luckily, trained well in the "zone system," i remembered well ansel's mantra, "expose for the highlights, develop for the shadows" ... this is called a "22° halo," but my thought is that if you're going to go with that rather technical term you might as well call a rainbow a "multi-spectral refractive event" ... yea, right ... i've decided that this is a "sunbow" ... if you agree with me, just start using that most pleasant sounding word—enough of us do it we might just make a nice addition to the english language ...

... echoing from within, faintly, "you shall not pass" ... brrrrrrrrrr ...

... the best way to complete a wanderabout, a stop at one of maine's great eateries ...

... starting with the coffee, everything at the a1 in gardiner is great ...

... and, of course, to make a visit to the necessary there's the added thrill of the "walk of death" ...

... outside my window after the storm ...

... rain in the forecast, john decided to reduce the burden of his camp's roof ... i refrained from helping, per my physical therapist's advice, but was still exhausted just from watching john work ...

... for all of you, but most especially some of my cayman family and friends, here's a look at the morning after an "ice event" ... experience learned, the blank spot below the rain shield and the hanging icicles allowed me to instantly assess that on a scale of 1-10, removing the ice was going to be a 2-3 chore ... (a "10," by the way, is dealt with by starting the car, turning on defroster, setting the heat to "high," activating the back window deicer, and then leaving it for twenty-thirty minutes)

... that graininess was evidence that the ice wasn't really bonded tightly to the window ...

... this north side of the car was a different matter, however ...

... that color indicates that the ice has almost become a part of the glass ...

... one must be carefully removing this type of ice, it's actually possible to crack a window in the process, especially if the temperature is in the single-digits or colder ...

... thank goodness chevrolet gave up on the "hidden wiper" design ... all i had to do was carefully lift the blades and scrape away ...

... nighttime i'd have cleaned 'em ...

... of course, if it was a ford it'd be much harder to de-ice ...

... i took a little drive down to mt. vernon to visit carl and jane ... on the way i tested two different gps navigation programs on my phone ... both of them seemed to think the castle island road, right where it goes through the bog, was washed out ... that was two years ago, i guess they've not gotten the news that it's okay now ... otherwise, both programs worked just fine ... i'm going with the "open source" one since it's free ...

... castle island camps is to the left, in the distance beyond the narrows is belgrade lake "long pond" [thanks for the correction, john], where movie stars boat from their camps to the village so they can munch down duck dinners at the famous "village inn" ...