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 seventh 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.

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June 28, 2020

POOL TIME!

  ... last time i visited i left without my bathing suit, so while i was out doing errands i stopped to recover it—which i did, after a nice long swim and a wonderful supper ...

... when i first met danny he was a tiny boy who would relax in my arms like a little cuddle ball ... now, quite obviously, he's growing up ...
    
  
... em posed for me ... in most of the images she looked seriously—well, "goofy" would put it mildly, so i decided to spare her the embarrassment and post this most charming expression (right, i'm filing the outtakes for some fun on another day) ...
   
  
... megan couldn't quite get the hang of jumping and spinning at the same time, but i still managed a cool snap ...
   
  
... last i saw grant he was hanging on to the edge of the shallow end, now he's practicing for the olympic 3-meter gold  ...
   
  
... "live long and prosper" ... ??? ...
   
  
... walker's working on his cannonball ...
   
  
... this brought back wonderful memories of spending afternoons hanging out at the pool doing nothing but, well, hanging out at the pool ...
   
  
... megan has her first job interview this week ... too soon, too soon ...
   
  
... emily tries to run across the pool ...
   
  
... young tom brings great energy to the classic cannonball dive, so much that after he splashed down i had to clean the lens on my camera ...
   
  
... such a little boy ...
   
  
... i remember telling little megan that someday all the smiles she tried to hide she would end up beaming to the world, and that doing so would make it a tiny bit better place for all of us ...
   
  
... "sister act" ...
   
  
... forever connected, this is how i think of the sisters i helped raise ...
   
  
... joy, sheer joy ...
   
  
... play is the highest form of research ...
ALBERT EINSTEIN
   

June 9, 2020

A NICE WATERABOUTING

    ... john rang me up, "put your camera in a waterproof bag, i've a neat place i want to take you" ... riding in the car was enough to make me happy, so it wasn't until we got down to cobbosseecontee lake that i even thought about where we were going ...

... we (meaning, of course, john) put the canoe in the water and headed out across the huge lake ... we soon arrived at the "ladies delight light" ...
   
   
... marking the rocky shoals in the center of the lake, the light has been flashing its warning beacon for over one-hundred years ... it is immaculately maintained by a trust dedicated to its preservation and operation ...
   
   
... knowing how incredibly difficult it is to earn status as a maine guide, i felt rather cool wearing john's life jacket ...
   
   
... and, of course, it is always a thrill to have my very own maine guide providing navigation, information, and propulsive services ...
   
   
... you can't spend time on the surface of a pond or lake in maine without enjoy the antics of Gavia immer, the Common Loon ...
   
   
... paddling back to the put in we saw a kayak coming towards us ... we pulled alongside for a chat ...
   
   
... marjorie was a most pleasant encounter ... from the tidewater of maryland, her family has summered on the lake for over one-hundred years ... !!! ...

When winds and waves a mutual contest wage,
These foaming anger, those impelling rage;
Thy blissful light can cheer the dismal gloom,
And foster hopes beyond a wat’ry doom.

   
JOHN WILLIAM SMITH - 1814

June 6, 2020

LIZ AND DAN PUT TOGETHER THE NEW TOY

... a few weeks ago, liz, "dad, i hate mowing the yard so i bought an electric riding lawn mower ... !!!" ... hmmmmm, we're in the midst of a world-wide pandemic, the economy is in shambles, the national debt is out of control, once again our nation is painfully assessing its history and cultural values, and our non-leader is a whack-job who redefines himself each and every day*, yet my sweet little girl decides to step up from her bench press and heavy-duty weed-whacker—so optimistic, so brass, so absolutely cool ...

... "dad, can you come over when it's delivered and help me put it together" ...

... "is that a woman or liz request" ...

... "liz, dad" ...

... yea, she , adrien, too, so cool ...

... she told me that i could ask if danny could be freed from quarantine to assist, so, with em's approval, he and i headed out into the martin stream bog whicky-whacks ...

... they worked, i watched, my involvement being only some simple "tool use" advice ...
    
 
... little danny, all of a sudden so grown up ...
       
   
... the two of them are a natural team ...
      
   
... i was impressed at how well they read, interpreted, and implemented the assembly instructions ...
       
   
... danny's three-dimensional conceptual awareness is seriously impressive  ...
       
   
... it turned out that the final step was to "drive it backwards off the shipping frame"  ... first problem was that the deliverers had placed it in the wrong direction ... second, to make things worse, the instructions didn't take into account the height of the wooden shipping pallet ... "what we do, dad" ... i looked, then created a ramp using a piece of plywood and some metal garden stakes ...

... danny analyzed the structure, "it's going to bend" ...

... "right ... liz, just gun it hard and by the time the ramp breaks you'll be off the shipping container" ...
       
   
... big toys for big girls, fabulous ... i doubt if liz'll change her mind about lawn mowing, but i think she's going to love completing the chore with a machine that has a cup holder. usb port, headlamps, and is most pleasantly quiet ...
       
   
... like a duck to a pond ...
       
   
... hmmm, m'be some green dickies coveralls and a business'll be born ...
       
   
... downtown waterville, these workers currently my morning alarm clock ...
       
   
... just a snap ... i like it, i don't know why ...
       
   
... more playin' around ...
       

Some of us have great runways already built for us.
If you have one, take off! But if you don’t have one, realize it is your responsibility to grab a shovel and build one for yourself and for those who will follow after you.
AMELIA EARHART


*NO APOLOGY FOR STATING A FACT

May 14, 2020

A LITTLE REMINDER

... adrien picked me up (my car's still in the shop) and we enjoyed a nice wandering to a location must remain undisclosed ... today was time to enjoy watching my niecette, tessa ... apparently adrien has been fulfilling her role as aunt by encouraging this precious little ball of energy to make faces, run, jump, spin, and, above all else, laugh and laugh and laugh until the only thing left to do is laugh some more ...

    

... time stopped, was that special moment within which forever i will be at peace ...
  
  
... here all is right in the world ...
  
  
... even when my heart is full, still there is room for more, so that though it feels it must burst it doesn't, and happiness is knowing it never will ...
  

Do you hear?
It is the orchestra of life.
Dance!
Dance!
Dance to neither rhythm nor melody, rather
Dance because that is what makes
the music play.
K.DALE
    


May 7, 2020

SPRING IS HERE - SNOW TOMORROW

... two way cool guys styling with their "corrona hair" ...
   
COURTESY JOHN MEADER
... no particular plot or direction to this album, just a bit of springtime wanderabouting ... across the street from my apartment in castonguay square a city worker cleaned the city hall steps ... when finished he coiled the hose so that draped over his shoulder just the right length to not brush against the pavement as he carried it away ... i liked seeing that ...
   
 
... john and i stopped to watch the canada geese cruising the mesalonskee stream ... i sat on a dock and played with the water ... it was quite cool, but not so that i couldn't think how nice it would be to take a dip ...
   
   
... perhaps it's the social distancing thing, or, equally likely, this is perfectly normal springtime behavior ... either way, seeing someone sitting on their porch reading a book reminds me of life in the cayman islands before it became one of the world's money pots ...
   
   
... with his super-duper lens john couldn't get the power lines out of his frame (or, better stated, to do so using that lens he would've had to step back a couple of miles) ... i decided to give a go with my 85mm, not bothering to worry about the lines ...
   
   
... i admit, i saw because john stopped ...
   
   
... looking out from the store we wondered, "why're they sitting in the middle of the parking lot" ... i wandered over and asked, "why're you sitting in the middle of the parking lot" ... turned out that they were tired of cooking and came down to pick up a lunch at the "last unicorn" cafe ... tailgating below my window, how cool ... later the owner of the restaurant came out and gifted them desert out of admiration of their spirit  ... i think the treat was well-deserved ...
   
   
... in a few days it'll be "super" ...
   
   
... zone system, more practice ...
   

    ... one of my first memories, wondering why the rails got closer in the distance ... ma said once she found i was missing from the house ... after quite a bit of frantic searching i was found wandering between the steel parallel towards providence ... i think i was trying to find where they finally came together ... i was five years old ... i'm still looking ...
   

    ... city hall, 'nuff said ...
   
   
... some ladies, i think they were "social distancing," but for sure they were social-socializing ...
   

    ... beneath the wire bridge, a monster beaver, perhaps a mutant result of some weird chemicals the toilet paper mill once dumped into the river ...
   

    ... in the duck world preening in public is a manly thing ...
   

    ... john wiley, way cool guy, my friend, inspiration ...
   
   
... spring is here ... forecast is for 1-3" of snow on saturday ...

... maine, spring, snow, ya's gotta love it ...