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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April 12, 2012


... new orleans to atlanta turned out to being our "too-long-crammed-together-in-a-car" day ... this, plus the fact that i was heading into a total hay-fever-nasty-germ exploding brain cold, so i let adrien and jon take over the trip while i curled up in the back seat and practiced my road napping skills ... i awoke to find that the two of them had abandoned the interstate in search of florida, which, according to their calculations, was someplace nearby right alongside the road ... broken tarmac lanes, plus a few red dirt paths along which i could hear distinctly the sounds of dueling banjos, but in the end we snuck a few feet into florida so that adrien could mark off yet another state ... luckily, the tornadoes which seemed to only a few hours behind us gave up the chase and we enjoyed nice weather in "the sunshine state" ...