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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October 15, 2013

RESTING PLACE IN AUGUSTA

... three interpretations of an image ... which do you like best ... (remember, if you click on one all the images for the posting will appear full-sized in a show) ...






... as i said, this is a resting place ...


ROUTE 24

... my friend, eric, of cabot trail fame, invited me to meet him in freeport for lunch at "buck's naked bbq" ... after a nice meal, i headed up route one while he took a "shortcut" back to his house ...


... i decided to wander up route 24 along merrymeeting bay ... stopped alongside the road to snap a few pictures, i was surprised when eric's rocket-powered honda pulled up alongside me ... i guess i must've taken some sort of "fastcut" ...

... the reason i'd pulled off highway, this is my first workup of one of the images ... i'm sure that during the winter i will be revisiting the folder containing the original files ...

... while taking pictures i noticed that across the road a woman was peeking out a window ...

... i smiled and waved, and her response was friendly enough that i walked over ... she pulled up the glass and said to me, "lots of photographers stop to take pictures of my old tractor ... sometimes someone will even offer to buy it" ... we had a short conversation, and i left her with one of my cards, telling her that even if she didn't have the internet i was sure her son, who does, could find a way for her to see my pictures ...

... how simple, an old rusty tractor parked in front of the house ...


CAPE COD HILL REPRISE

... another picture, to allow you a better sense of this special place ...

... alongside the rocks showing at the left of the picture, there's a nice little spot within which while wearing padded motorcycle gear it's quite easy to take a nice nap ...

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... from both my nikon d200s, tiny little spots were showing up on the images, so that's the number of photo sensors i had to clean this afternoon ... $80-125 to have the task performed "professionally," but i've learned from experience that about half the time the camera will be returned dirtier than when it was sent ... i taught myself to do the job myself using eclipse reagent grade methanol, lint-free non-abrasive laboratory wipes from the same company, and a cleaning spatula home-made from a filed down wendy's plastic knife ... $125 for a new moire/anti-aliasing filter, i learned the hard way that single piece of grit only 2/10,000 of an inch across acts on the filter surface pretty much like a skater's blade on freshly surfaced ice, so the process is absolutely one of those for which "cleanliness is next to g*dliness" ...

... this is what a squeaky clean nikon dx sensor looks like ... picture's of a white computer screen, taken with no lens on the camera ... in case you're making plans, one of the tricks is to make sure the image is grey, not white, adjusted for high-contrast ...



CAPE COD HILL PAUSE

... of my favorite spots in the world, the field on the western flank of cape cod hill ... a perfect spot to finish a chapter in a good book while enjoying a wrapped up half of a subway sandwich ... if the celestial timing is right, dark of moon i'll perch atop one of the large rocks bordering the road and watch a meteor show, or, a large thermos of hot tea to keep me warm, sit awed beneath a fantastic presentation of the northern lights ...




... in that glorious landscape, there is so much to find—so much to see ...