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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July 5, 2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY


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"By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world."
EMERSON-1836

... i still like to believe that more than just pyrotechnic noise the sound of fireworks remains an echo of the gunfire from lexington green and the old north bridge at the outskirts of concord village, and that the crowd's celebratory cheering drifting from fort halifax across the mighty kennebec river and up to my rooftop vantage is at least in some part a chorus to what john adams hoped would be "a great anniversary festival" ... happy birthday to us, america, happy birthday to us ... if as good as we celebrate we manage to work together, we should have many, many more ...