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 sixth 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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March 5, 2014

WAITING FOR SPRING

... descending softly a late afternoon ice fog, at the moment our spring ...


... i took a little stroll over to the community market, since i know apples're never anything by cheery ...


... at c.j. and jane's the cold temperatures are fighting the barn's effort to shed it's winter covering ...


... i walked the length of mt. vernon, all several hundred yards of it, only to very sadly learn that the post office cafe didn't have any raspberry pie ...


... at the side of the road atop the chest-high bank of ice and dirt encrusted snow i spotted this little clump ... "resistance is futile," said the warmth of the spring sun, but, at least in the moment of my passing, its delicate balancing act was another sign of a winter going long ... 


... sometimes, often, i guess, i just see things ...


... i like seeing ...