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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July 8, 2014

LIGHTHOUSE POSTERS, MORE

... once again, my thanks to chad for the inspiration ...





A new Prometheus, chained upon the rock,
Still grasping in his hand the fire of Jove,
It does not hear the cry, nor heed the shock,
But hails the mariner with words of love. 

"Sail on!" it says, "sail on, ye stately ships!
And with your floating bridge the ocean span;
Be mine to guard this light from all eclipse,
Be yours to bring man nearer unto man!"
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW


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