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

NOT A DAY FOR MOTORCYCLING

... 10:20am ... according to my friend, john, who while it was still dark went out to take pictures of stars, it was -8°f at 4:00am ... clearly, it is a good thing my motorcycle is resting for awhile out in mount vernon ...
... i'd ask all my dear relatives in the cayman islands, who are probably wearing their winter sweaters, if maybe one of you could go down to boggy sands beach, take off your shoes, stroll for a few minutes in the sea, and think of me ...