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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November 3, 2013

ABOUT TOWN STROLL



... authoritarian fascists who run things changed our clocks last night, i'm sure their reasoning being, "this'll show 'em who's boss" ... [yawn] ... now the late afternoon is arriving way too early, and, all of you knowing what a night-owl and late-riser i can be, you'll understand when i lament that i get nothing out of the deal ... for my friends and family living down near the equator, this time of year this is maine's mid-afternoon lighting ...

BACK OF FREEDOM AND KNOX

... neither promise nor reminder, simply the memory of a pleasantly spent winter afternoon ...

QUAYSIDE

... made someplace along the coast, perhaps vinalhaven, with a now ancient history olympus c-2020, i like this image if for no other reason than it allows me to use the word "quayside" ...




A DRIVE WITH MA - REPRISE

... from various places scattered around rhode island i've folders full of images i found while enjoying wandering drives with ma ... it makes me happy to revisit both these pictures and the many pleasant afternoons we shared ...

12,000

... last week of april, liz snapped a shot of me as i headed out on my "new" bmw f650cs ...

... first week of november, here i am scooting along the chesterfield esker as i make note of the 12,000th mile i've ridden my motorcycle this summer ...
... "why," you might ask ... for transportation, economy, and, more important than either of these, in each and every mile, great joy ...