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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August 26, 2012


... jacqueline and i took a short ride (as in, much shorter than we've been doing) down along the kennebec, under route one across the river from bath, and then south along route 127 over georgetown island until the highway ran into the sea at the five islands lobster shack dock ... while she was fetching our lunch i snapped a picture of the harbour ...

... no, she didn't eat all this ... the fish 'n chips was mine, cod so fresh that i swear a chunk was still flippin' around a bit ... around the world i've eaten in some of the finest restaurants (at least, that's how they bill themselves), yet i find it still holds true that there is only one type of place to get perfectly cooked fresh fish ... ditto on the crab cake, according to jacqueline ...

... before we drove away i chanced upon a short story being written along the rocky shore ...