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 8, 2014

AN AFTERNOON AT THE WIRE BRIDGE

... alison and bella and i wandered up to the wire bridge for a little picnic ...

... i do believe that this is one of bella's favorite places ...

... alison and bella shared a stroll along the river bank ... they had a conversation, but it was private so my lips are sealed ... i do know that this special place equally accepts both our joy and sorrow, as if to remind us that each of these emotions is merely part of a spectrum that is proof of life ...

"Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away."
MARCUS AURELIUS