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 22, 2015

STREETS OF DENVER, 1973

... another of the "three works of art per day for five days" challenge ... during the winter of 72-73, while stationed in denver for training at the 463 nuclear weapons tech school, during the weekends when i had time free of my classroom and leadership duties i'd wander the streets, ten-dollar weekly allowance in my pocket and trusty nikkormat ftn hanging from my neck ... i snapped the picture of the little boy while riding the colfax street bus ... when i got off downtown i immediately saw the man sitting and realized how well the images would pair ... (odd, i still recall how i noticed the cab in the background and thought to wait until it was just beginning to leave the frame before pressing the shutter button) ... later, years, i think, i combined them in a frame for my brother ...

... upon seeing this, both beth and joy commented, "we thought the boy was you" ...

... interesting, i wonder if the mother of the little boy on the bus had to keep an eye on him, too, when there were railroad tracks around ...

MISTER CHARLIE OLIVER

... part of a facebook "three works of art per day for five days" challenge, it's my thought to share this with the majority of you who do not hang out in social media ...

... in my grandpa's downstairs sitting room (bar), "the chief" (my grandpa), mr. tony paul (in the background), and mr. charlie oliver (with the cigar), would sit drinking and playing cards, all the while speaking french only ... during my childhood i thought, "schnapps, garçon," meant, "please, loving grandchild, more whiskey for all" ... it was years before i learned the literal translation ... this was taken handheld (from the rocking chair, as i recall) with a terribly soft vivitar 135mm wide-open at f/2.8 using ektachrome 160 film ... that's "i.s.o. 160" for all you modern types who whine, "my i.s.o. 32,000 digital images are too noisy" ...

... this was one of my first candid portraits of which i felt great pride i'd captured ...

GASPE REVISIT

... thinking of the picture taking wanderabout john and chad and i are going to make to the gaspe this summer, i decided to revisit some of the snapshots i took last august when jon, eric, and i made a great motorcycle exploration of that dramatic landscape ... 

... taken with my little pocket olympus, the tip of cape rosier, where the view of the lighthouse is sublime and at the nearby hamburger stand are patate frits which're absolutely perfect ...

IT'S NOT THE FIRST TIME

... another reason i try not to get too bent out of shape when the snow piles up really deep ...

... the road to seward, alaska, spring, probably 1959 or 1960 ...