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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December 14, 2013

WAY OLD POOP

... liz came over for supper and an episode of "orphan black" ... she asked me to snap a picture of the necklace my sister, sue, made for her ...
... the stone is a small piece of cut and polished "coprolite," fossilized dinosaur dung ... the setting is copper and gold ... the earrings are liz's own creation ...

... the smile, of course, as it has been from that magical moment in the delivery room when she first flashed it at me, is both absolute proof that life is beautiful as well clear evidence that i am, indeed, blessed ...