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 5, 2014

AN AROUND TOWN WANDERABOUT

... motorcycle's over in roger's garage, waiting for me to finalize the winterization process, so this afternoon i decided to take a little walking wanderabout around town ... most of the recent snowfall has melted, but enough remained for me to serve john's recent inspiration ...

... heading out i observed a little main street vignette ... the new indian restaurant, i think he was inspecting the marquee sign ...

... flowers outside the mainely brews tavern*, still a bit of summer's glory ...

*THANK YOU, ELLEN, FOR UPDATING MY TAVERN KNOWLEDGE BASE

... slowly, ever so slowly, returning to their source ...

... they've a name, both latin and common, i'm sure, but to me they're little aliens scouting earth for their soon-to-be-arriving larger relatives ...

... autumn, new england ...

... in the simplest of things, if not beauty, intrigue ...

... wondering if my west indian relatives will get it, a bit of seasonal humor ...

... red, defined ... a lipstick color i can appreciate ...

... i don't know why, but this image makes me feel happy ...

... in a pleasant street garden, i'll have to check with my sister-in-law, but i think this is something edible ...

... whatever they are, they're pretty ...

... almost back to my apartment ... in another time, people thought important the clouds above them ... now, thinking how rare to find a ceiling other than painted white sheet rock, i appreciate that value ...

... miss my motorcycle, of course, but i'm so glad i've feet ...