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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August 7, 2014


... after a wearying midnight motorcycle ride home in heavy fog, i managed a couple of hours sleep before john arrived at four o'clock in the morning to pick me up for a little wanderabout down to watch sunrise from the portland head light ...

... it is said that this is the most photographed lighthouse in the world ...

... in 1787 george washington ordered the building of the first tower on this point ...

... the lamp is 101 feet high, and the 200,000 candlepower beacon can be seen by ships more than twenty-five miles from shore ...

... over a mile away across the channel is the ram island light, which for the most part is now the primary warning for mariners ...

... we watched the working boats returning with their catch ...

... and we observed the potpullers heading out ...

... a dense dew coated plants and flowers in crystal coolness ...

... i found secrets hiding in the thicket ...

... while a little bird pecked away at breakfast ...

... i was captivated by the singularity of this blossom ...

... so beautiful, even i've not a clue as to what they are ... (beth, please, help) ...

... "a rose by any other name" ... ??? ... again, i'm clueless ...

... my little friend invited a pal to join our morning chat ...

... the morning arrived in full, sea breeze humid and warm building to hot, so we packed up and headed to "becky's" in portland for breakfast ...

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!"


... for the past several weeks i haven't needed an alarm clock to stir me from my morning slumbers, the cacaphony of workers installing a new roof on the building being more than enough to awaken me, the pigeons living in the air conditioning units below my window, and, i'm sure, even some of the dead down the street in the catholic cemetery ...

... yesterday i climbed the ladder and, a most welcome improvement, opened the new hatch with a easy movement of one hand ... wandering out onto what i consider to be one of the perks of my downtown abode, i walked over and met arthur, the strawboss ...

... arthur's been doing roofing for over thirty years ... in a few minutes i learned that this job, one the few of us ever witness being performed, is an unbelievably complicated task ... arthur talked about how he wasn't all that good in school, that "reading" isn't something he took to easily ... i remarked, "it's clear, arthur, that there are many forms of intelligence, and you are gifted in an manner that was and still is completely unappreciated by the educational system" ... odd, to think of the uncountable number roofs in this country which in the next thirty to forty years are going to need replacing, and how schools are completely ignoring this fact ... arthur, who carries my grandfather's name and is just as french, was a most delightful person to meet ...

... jamal and dan were finishing the detail work on the main street side parapet ... their focus and methodical work flow impressed me ... we spoke for awhile, and it was a great pleasure to learn that the integrity of my apartment's roof was in the hands of two such personable young men ...

... i like my roof, it keeps me dry and protects me from nasty ol' gamma rays ... 

When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space

On the roof, the only place I know
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Let me tell you now

When I come home feelin' tired and beat
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet
Up on the roof
I get away from the hustling crowd
And all that rat race noise down in the street
Up on the roof

On the roof, the only place I know
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Let's go up on the roof
Up on the roof

At night the stars put on a show for free
And darling, you can share it all with me
I keep a tellin' you

Right smack dab in the middle of town
I've found a paradise that's trouble proof
Up on the roof
And if this world starts getting you down
There's room enough for two, up on the roof
Up on the roof

Up on the roof
Up on the roof
Oh, come on, baby
Up on the roof
Oh, come on, honey
Up on the roof
Everything is all right
Up on the roof
Say that, "It's alright"
Up on the roof
Oh, we gotta go up on the roof
Up on the roof