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 14, 2014


the lighthouse lamp flickers,
then extinguishes,
welcoming respite
as sunrise heralds
the promise of day


... "goat," a word which has come down relatively intact from the proto-indo-european "ǵʰaidos," which indicates these creatures have been a part of human culture perhaps since the very beginning of language itself ... smart, inquisitive, able to climb trees and eat tin cans, they are most remarkable animals ... the big one came over to visit with me, he spent ten minutes exploring the lens hood and filter on my camera ... while i was occupied with his pal, the little guy stuck his head through the fence and was eating my shoelace before i became aware of what he was doing ...

... goats ... way cool ...