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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September 8, 2012

DANCIN' BY THE KENNEBEC

[A RATHER EMBARRASSING NOTE:  SOMEHOW I'VE BEEN USING "E-PL1,"
WHEN MY LITTLE CAMERA IS ACTUALLY AN "E-P1" ... OOOOPS]

OLYMPUS E-P1 PROJECT
... after posting the entry about my new shirts i decided to putter around in the kitchen to see if i could find something for supper ... calculated that the lasagna in the freezer was too heavy for the lateness of the evening, that the greenish-purple spots on the leftover chicken in the refrigerator were a bit of a hint that i probably should've eaten it before i left for a week, and that canned soup is a wintertime meal and thus ineligible for consideration ... that left cheeze-its and diet cream soda, as far as i'm concerned close enough to gourmet food to end the selection process ... after filling a small bowl with the scrumptious little crackers (in my "mature wisdom" time i never take the box to the table), i added another bowl of cut carrots, if not because i actually like them then at least to shut up the little voice in my head ...

... while i trying to decide what movie to watch with my meal i heard the rhythm of drums drifting up main street from down near the opera house ... curious, and, i admit, with the tiniest of thoughts that perhaps this might be a time for serendipitous happenings, i donned one of the brand-new shirts (the pretty blue one), grabbed my little camera, and headed out in search of the music ...

... a short walk to the head-of-the-falls and i discovered that the waterville main street people (and other groups, too, i believe) had sponsored a band ... as the darkening sky slowly built its threat of rain, i watched and listened and enjoyed the music ...


OLYMPUS E-P1 PROJECT (2 IMAGE MERGE)

OLYMPUS E-P1 PROJECT

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... i know if i'd had someone to dance with i wouldn't have taken any of these pictures ... does that say something about artists and art, or music, or, perhaps, just me ... i don't know, and, i think, this may be the type question that if not honestly, at least not fully can one ever answer of one's self ... for sure i do know that i'm still having great fun with my little project ...

"Saturate yourself with your subject and the camera will all but take you by the hand."
MARGARET BOURKE-WHITE

SAGACIOUS SARTORIAL SUCCESSORS


OLYMPUS E-PL1 PROJECT
... the day after our trip to sherbrooke, partly as a reaction to the fact that while purchasing a new shirt at a canadian walmart she had heard me comment, "i need to replace some of my worn-out and stained ones," adrien said to me, "do you want to go someplace else, maybe over to conway to do some shopping" ... i wasn't in much of either a driving or shopping mood, so my response was, "nah, i'd rather watch movies with you ... i'll just order some online sometime" ...

... "well, dad, you know that they're on sale at j.c. pennys" ... i didn't, not a surprise considering that the only time i go into that store is when i need a fancy dress shirt, and, even than, it's usually elizabeth has to put me in restraints and drag me through the doors ...

... so, after getting back from evergreen valley, unloading all my stuff, and getting the air in the apartment flowing again, i took a little detour on my way to park the car and wandered to elm plaza on upper main street ... above is the result of my little excursion ... several points of note:

... first, thank you very much, my dearest daughter, adrien ...

... second, my other dearest daughter, liz, you can now be proud that your ol' pops was able to conquer his fear, aversion, and loathing of clothing stores and stroll into a j.c. pennys unescorted ... (okay, so i did have to stand at the door for several minutes doing deep breathing exercises, but, still, i made it) ...

... third, also for liz, you may now stop remarking, "you know, dad, 100% cotton won't as easily hold a stain as synthetics," that sort of thing ...

... fourth, for my pretty-much-daughter-status dearest alison, who while settling into my little "closet/guest room," found the pile of "bad" shirts which with great effort–and more than a few tears–i had managed discard, and then so very thoughtfully moved them to my dirty laundry basket ... upon taking my laundry from the dryer and discovering this, i interpreted it as a sign from the g*d/s that no matter their appearance, the shirts were not yet ready to die ... alison, for now, at least, you can save that "you're hopeless" look for something else, perhaps the shower curtain ...

... fifth, to all the other women in my life who may've noticed that i sometimes appeared to be dressing myself out of the rag bin, but who, unlike previously mentioned females, were either reticent or too polite to editorialize as to my habits, you may now say to me, "oh, patrick, what a nice shirt you're wearing" ... (examine closely, however, before the flattery, since a few of my old shirts have attained "classic" status, thus i cannot bear even the thought of parting; and, for sure, it won't be all that long before i'll somehow manage to bring a few of these to less-than-new status) ...

... sixth, to all the men in my life, you've no say in the matter ... truth is, either you never noticed, don't care, or, possibly, are wondering if perhaps you, too, should make a little expedition to j.c. pennys ...

... p.s. ... for those who're interested, that's exactly $70, including tax and the fact that one of the shirts was not on sale, but was, as the sweet salesgirl advised me, "a new brand that is much nicer material" ... i decided to give one a try, not so much that she was sweet, as that i heard my little voice saying, "what the hey, life's to short to not take a shot at something new" ...

... also, seventh, anyone needs some nice rags, just drop me a note ...