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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September 16, 2013

SUNFLOWER & GREEN JACKET

... i'm sure you've no problem with the "sunflower" part of this entry, but, for other'n two of you, that is, i'll bet the "green jacket" as left you at least a tiny bit mystified ...

... when mike and beth came for a visit he lost his jacket ... he looked everywhere, seem confident narrowing it down to "i put it on a coat hook by the door" ... after they left i searched high and low, left and right, back and forth ... i checked at every place in town the two of them had visited ... i turned on all my overhead lights—the ones that make the power meter on the second floor count so fast i can hear it spinning from my third floor apartment—and cleared every single one of the coat hooks in the entrance way ... no luck ... mike gave up, cancelled his credit cards ...

... fast forward to this morning ... normally when i stand in front of the clothes rack in my guest room/closet my thoughts are, "plaid or knit" ... today, however, preparing for a little wanderabout of the adirondacks, i said to myself, "ah, since we'll be driving in the mountains perhaps would be a good idea to bring a long-sleeved shirt" ... with that radically different focus, mike's "green" jacket stood out from the crowd ...

... rain's letting up, time to finish packing ...