... circa 1966-1967, possibly along the northern stretch of guam’s tumon beach, just below the ruins of the world war ii japanese gun emplacement ... suzie, my sister, is already anticipating the 80’s hair fashions, while it is obvious that leaving childhood behind me i’m clearly on the way to having a single eyebrow ... i can’t imagine the two of us coincidently looking like this, so i’m sure pa must’ve issued some sort of “look serious” command ...
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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