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 26, 2017

WANDERING THE MIST

 ... in the dark we headed off down main street ... john waited until i was buckled in, "where do you want to go" ... you'd think he would've learned by now, "you're the man with the plan" ... with that we headed off to find some early morning mist ...

... maybe a half-hour later ... john driving and me quite happy simply enjoying the morning so i've no idea where we were specifically ... doesn't matter, i suppose, since all that really counts is that we were there ...

... especially for that particular vista i think you'll find john's album rather interesting ... 

... we'd company witnessing dawn ...

 ... we made a pause in the little town of industry ... it was foggy ...

 ... clearwater pond, in the fog ...

 ... hmmmm, did i mention it was foggy ... ??? ...

 ... diffuse light+clinging mist=sublime color ...

 ... yes, indeed, is again that season in these parts ...

 ... a "sandhill crane, Antigone canadensis ... these birds have been around in the same form for two-ten million years, making them one of the oldest of all living birds ...

... what a beautiful morning ...