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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December 22, 2014


... i took a little stroll, over the kennebec on the two-penny bridge and then, although as usual tempted to trespass on the railroad trestle, across the memorial bridge back to waterville ... i stopped in winslow below the little park to enjoy the unusual perspective ...

... at my feet, still, remnants of autumn ...

... and, if but for a brief moment on this shortest day of 2014, most glorious color as the rapidly descending sun marked its adieu to another solar year ...

In the end, it's not the years in your life that count.
It's the life in your years.