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 16, 2012


... from the infinity that isn't a part the infinity we call time and space, heaven or nirvana to some, the hereafter, elysium fields, valhalla to others, what are the odds these two would end up sisters ... infinitesimal, i believe, at best, to such an unbelievably minute degree as to be just that, unbelievable, so a long time ago i came to the much more logical conclusion, that they always have been sisters, are sisters, and will forever be sisters ... this most elegant symmetry counters both chaos and entropy, providing perfect proof that there is, indeed, wonderful sense to the universe ...

"It's hard to be responsible, adult and sensible all the time.
How good it is to have a sister whose heart is as young as your own."