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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February 4, 2015

COURAGE

... several years ago, from route 215's little bridge over the damariscotta river where it empties into salt cove, i watched ... her mother, sitting in the car listening to the radio, not doing a very good job of hiding her nervousness—her father leaning against the hood of the vehicle perhaps twenty feet or so from her, he doing a most wonderful job of appearing completely relaxed—she exploring the opening in the ruins of the old mill's retaining wall, then carefully climbing along the narrow ledge that jutted out above the cool water of the mill pond ...

... parents, having the courage to let go ...

... a child, learning to be brave ...

... if she's lucky, someday she'll thank her teachers for this lesson, while for them it will be enough to know she learned it ...

SNOW DETAILS



... john asked me to join him for his after-snowstorm chore, clearing the camp roof ...

... i was going to follow him out onto the lake, but stopped when he yelled to me that beneath the snow cover there was a layer of frigid water—two feet of snow across the surface of the lake exerts thousands of tons of pressure, enough to depress the thick ice causing the displaced water to squirt up through cracks in the ice and the open areas where the stream flows in the lake ...

... john managed to snap a picture of the eagle who was soaring above us ...
BY JOHN MEADER

... john's neighbor, who is planning on converting his camp into a year-round residence, had brought in a tree removal expert (who is also a state conservationist) to offer advice concerning the mighty pines surrounding the camps ...

... it was fascinating to learn how these trees are not really independent organisms ... they rely upon one another for support against the wind, and thus it is very important when removing some of them that open spaces are not left in the canopy ...

... stopping at john's to pick up a paper cutter, i was fascinated by the the grain in the snow and the texture of the decorative newel cap ...

... the next day i drove out to visit c.j. ... as i was leaving my eye was once again captivated by one of winter's little details ...

... driving to augusta, i stopped to enjoy the sunset ...

... winter continues ...