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.

July 31, 2012



... because tomorrow the center of town will be closed off for the annual "taste of waterville" street festival, returning home from dinner we had to park the car in the lot down by the river ... strolling back to the apartment we encountered a young man standing on the corner singing and strumming away on his guitar ... asked why he was "working the sidewalk," he responded, "i live in sidney ... i just ... i just had to get out and play" ... i dropped a ten dollar bill into his instrument case, not that i'm rich or anything, but i do so admire courage ... only a scattering of change and a few dollar bills to show for his efforts, his eyes widened at the sight of the sawbuck, which, as far as i'm concerned, made it an absolutely perfect investment ...

"A hero is someone who understands the responsibility that comes with freedom."