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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September 28, 2014

HERON AT HERON COVE

... after a nice wanderabout in the the late september summer, i drove over to east pond to take chuck up on his offer of a "swim out by the rocks" ... he, ann, bella and myself took the boat over to the other end of the lake, where we enjoyed a nice dip in the cool water ... chuck snapped a picture of me swimming back to the boat ... head's in the high position because i was worried i might scrape my face against one of the submerged boulders ...

... bella, as usual, welcomed me back aboard ...

... this is why east pond is so special to me ...

 ... with ann's sharp eyes and chuck's skill at the helm, we managed to sneak up on a great blue heron ...

... ardea herodias have wingspans exceeding six feet ...

... herons will eat almost anything that moves that they can fit in their mouths ...

... the combination of light weight and huge wings allows them to lift themselves almost vertically from the marsh's cluttering vegetation ...

... and seemingly without effort they can glide just above the surface of the water ...

... on the way back to the dock chuck pointed out some unusual algae clumps ... this, by the way, the water clarity of almost zero, was why i couldn't see the rocks ...

... bella likes to keep one ear to the breeze ...

... after my swim i went down to mount vernon to cook up supper for c.j. ... i found him playing around with his little toy ... after this he picked up a rock so big the machine tipped, so he asked me to "ride in the front bucket as a counterweight" ... hmmmm, seems every day there's a new experience ...

VESPA IN BLUE

... this morning roger and i drove to brunswick to have lunch with eric ... on the way north i lost roger, due, i'm sure, to my rather vague "which way we're headed" instructions ... i lost eric, too, but that was mostly because once he's out of sight there's pretty much no way for me to catch up with the rocketship he calls a motorcycle ...

... riding north on route 24, shirtsleeves rolled up and wishing i hadn't promised my daughters i'd always wear my helmet, i noticed eric parked on the side of the road next to a robin's eggshell blue vespa ... wondering how in such a short period of time roger could make it back to waterville and then return on his little 150cc antique italian moped, i was a bit confused, but then i saw that eric was conversing with a stranger ...
... this is chris ... he's got a last name, but it's one of those eastern european monikers with multiple consonants and scarce for vowels, thus difficult for me to easily remember ...

... chris restored this little 1965 (?) vespa ... i was most amazed when he told us how he'd taught himself to weld so he could fix all the cracks, breaks, and holes in the machine's frame and sheet metal ... he'd even designed and built a clever little stand so that if necessary while on the road the spare tire could be mounted ... he was interested in finding out more about the vespa sidecar roger might have for sale ... when we spoke of taking his little six-year old daughter for a ride in it he was a bit hesitant, i said, "do it ... minimize the risk as much as possible, of course, but if that's what she wants, do it" ...

... i don't think i'd be as happy doing my wanderabouts on a little put-put like this, but i'll admit that i wouldn't mind having a motorcycle this color ... 

... day's half-over, but when it's 80+°f on an afternoon this late in september, the trick is stretch it out as long as possible, so, soon as this is posted, i'm off for a swim in east pond, then a barbecue down in mount vernon ...

... what a beautiful day ...