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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July 25, 2013


... i've a rather sketchy memory of ma telling me that she met pa somewhere near the king george memorial in georgetown, grand cayman ... do any of you know any more than this ...


There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
      But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

... june 1962, on our epic journey down the alcan highway ... looking at the curly hair on the smaller of the two, i've no doubt that she's my sister, sue, and, after very close examination of the original slide with a magnifying lens i'm going to go out on a limb and certify that the young man is my brother, michael ... as a child the poems of robert w. service were my favorites, and "the cremation of sam mcgee" is one we all memorized to the point that chanting it in unison was a frequent pass-the-miles activity ...


... color slides taken a quarter-century or so apart ... 

... old orchard beach, maine ...

... nunaka valley, anchorage, alaska ...


... i used to have a dark-haired riding buddy ... alas, she seems to have disappeared, to be replaced by a new blondie-locks pal with whom to go two-wheelin' ...

... taking a cue from jacqueline, i'd consider changing my hair color, too, but for now i have to admit that as it is it's a perfect match for my grey/black/silver bmw ... of course, working from that line of esthetic reasoning i've a feeling it might not be too long before i'm going to need to start looking for an all-white motorcycle ...