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 20, 2012

MY SUNSET


OLYMPUS E-P1 PROJECT

... is it possible, in a single breath, to say both "thank you" and "you're welcome" ...

THE GUITAR MAN

OLYMPUS E-P1 PROJECT

"Who draws the crowd and plays so loud,
Baby it's the guitar man
Who's gonna steal the show, you know
Baby it's the guitar man."

"He can make you love, he can make you cry
He will bring you down, then he'll get you high.
Somethin' keeps him goin', miles and miles a day
To find another place to play."

"Night after night who treats you right,
Baby it's the guitar man
Who's on the radio, you go listen
To the guitar man."

"Then he comes to town, and you see his face,
And you think you might like to take his place.
Somethin' keeps him driftin' miles and miles away
Searchin' for the songs to play."

"Then you listen to the music and you like to sing along,
You want to get the meaning out of each and ev'ry song.
Then you find yourself a message and some words to call your own
And take them home."

"He can make you love, he can make you high
He will bring you down, then he'll make you cry.
Somethin' keeps him movin', but know one seems to know
What it is that makes him go."

"Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
But he never seems to notice he's just got to find
Another place to play."

"Either way,
Got to play,
Either way,
Got to play."

DAVID GATES