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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November 3, 2014

DOWN BY THE RIVER

... yesterday i parked my car in the lot down by the river, living downtown an extra chore required whenever there's snow in the forecast and it looks like overnight parking in the lot below my apartment will be banned ... this afternoon i walked down to get my car, on the way i snapped a few pictures ...

... ma always loved to tell the story of how when i was four years old and we were living in west warwick whenever i managed to escape from the yard she would inevitably find me wandering the railroad tracks behind the house ... a fascination, it seems, i've never let go ...

... that these two rails of iron, disappearing over the horizon, never themselves to meet, between them can exist a world that connects worlds—yes, me, forever fascinated ...