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.

Comments, thoughts, or just a friendly chat, use the response box below or email me at patrickgroleau@gmail.com.

February 10, 2012

MY LITTLE TOWN


Sydney Adamson

... at the ticonic falls benedict arnold and his soldiers labored the first of the many portages necessary to navigate the kennebec river on their march to capture quebec ... the 1070 feet of elevation change it flows and falls to tidewater from the height-of-the-land required they propel their bateau against its powerful currents for one-hundred miles ... they began this first portage near the left edge of the picture below, near the mill's parking lot, then put their tiny craft back into the river slightly to the right of the railroad bridge ...


... courtesy of microsoft's bing (believe it or not), this is a great shot of the falls today as well as a nice view my front and back yards ... i'm the red brick building facing you slightly to the right of dead center ... with a grocery story moving into the empty strip mall at the top of the picture, my little world's becoming a bit more perfect ... friends, family:  i've a 180 sq. ft. "closet" that doubles as a guest room ... !!! ...


"A small town is a place where there's no place to go where you shouldn't."
Burt Bacharach