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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April 10, 2013


... walking from the parking lot to my apartment i often come across the kids hanging out with their grandmother at the little barber shop that's across the street from the cancun restaurant ... i like to snap pictures of them and print them for their gram, who tapes them up along the edges of the mirrors ... she always loves the photographs and often expresses her appreciation by cutting my hair for free ... wheelin' and dealin', i think pa would be so proud of me ...