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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March 6, 2015


 ... a sign of spring, once again my next-door neighbor adds a touch of warmth to main street ...

... sometimes in the late afternoon i sit on this bench and i watch the world go by ... not today, obviously, but soon ...

... just a few days ago poking out of the snow, now the tree whispers to the snow, "it's almost time—it's almost time" ...


"A farm may rest, it never sleeps."


you left me, once again
hoping in your return,
shivering in the dark