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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May 10, 2013

A REALLY LONG PIPE

... this afternoon i went for a little wanderabout down thru augusta to hallowell and gardiner, then headed east towards china ... on route 17 outside of togus i was held up several times by construction crews installing great lengths of piping along the highway ... i stopped to ask what i was, and found that it's a 10" coated-iron natural gas pipeline ... they weld as much as 700 feet of it into a single section, then lower it all at once into the pre-dug trench ...

... the supervisor was very nice answering my questions. but he still busted me for being in a construction zone without a hard-hat and steel-toed boots ...

... at the green bean in china i enjoyed a cup of coffee and a wonderful mini lemon-meringue pie ... one of my favorite coffee houses, the green bean is run by nanci dorrian rodrigue—who once survived my classroom—and her husband, jake ...