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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August 20, 2014

GASPE WANDERABOUT - POST 2

... we made it ... larry, moe, and curly, at land's end ...


... just around the point is the very tip of the gaspe peninsula ... we didn't have time to make the two hour round-trip hike, that'll have to wait for another trip ...


... an eternally majestic sublime, that's the best i can do right now ...

... amazing, the contrast between the rocky headlands and soft petals ...


... the wet conditions served midwife to color ...


... here, in this magnificent place, no perspective is anything but grand ...


... all along this coast is evidence that the creationist philosophy serves naught but to hobble and diminish g*d's infinite plan ... you can see jon and eric at the top of the bluff, "wanna bet he's not coming back up for awhile" ... they were right ...


... the arrogance of land, the patience of the sea ...


... i stopped to talk with vern, who asked, "can i bring me wife, anna, out for the picture" ... their home is "Gite´Haute-Phare," a little b&b (418.892.5826) perched upon a cliff at the very edge of civilization ...


... vern and anna's back yard ...


... the lighthouse serves those who work upon the sea, it speaks softly their stories ...


... i listened, for awhile, until it was time to continue on with my own tale ...