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 30, 2013

AMANDA GETS HER WHEELS

... to the observant among you, yes, that little suzuki used to be mine ... [break for a bit of a sob session] ... amanda did great in the driving course, not counting a tiny little deviation from the "keep it upright" rule, and passed the license test just fine ... since she's heading back out to sea she had to garage the bike, so i served as her wingperson for the drive to winslow ... when reconnected the battery the bike started clean and purred like a little kitten, making me more than a little bit proud of my maintenance skills ...

... i'm really happy with my bmw, for sure, but still i'll admit i miss that monster headlamp ... that's what a motorcycle should look like ...