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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January 5, 2014

JOHN

... one of the "re-books regulars," john stopped into the bookstore for a brief chat ... i snapped a picture of him using my iPad, then processed it in snapshot ... i'm always surprised each time i realize that john is ... well, let's just say that during the korean conflict when i was being born in japan john was already out of high school ... a wonderfully odd thing, that like my godfather, my great-uncle armond, i never associate john with the word "old" ... john's a woodcrafter, a poet, a writer, and, what i most appreciate, a man who is curious of all things ...