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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March 5, 2015

GRAMMY'S BEACH

... i was asked a question about my "grammy's beach" ... here we all are with my grammy, circa 1955 ... i'm not sure who the little girl is standing next to michael [from my cayman family, help would be appreciated] ... for those of you who don't know, this photograph was taken in boddentown on the island of grand cayman, which is one of the three islands that make up the british west indies ...

... in more modern times, here i am on grammy's beach ... no, elizabeth jackson is long gone, and it's been quite some time since the family held the deed to this little stretch of sand ... yes, it's still just as beautiful ...

... cayman is called "the land time forgot" ... today, with all the development and modern infrastructure, for much of the island that probably doesn't apply anymore ... here, however, in this gentle place where my memory begins, still it seems there just isn't any sense to be found in clocks and watches ...