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 9, 2015

FIRST DAYS OF SPRING, A GALLERY

... few notice the exact beginning of climatic spring ... tired from the long winter, acclimatized, so to speak, to the cold and ice and paucity of sunlight, most people require a few days proof before they're willing to loosen their collars a tiny bit and leave the comfort of home with gloves and scarfs left behind ...

... yesterday, as i returned from my wanderabout, i noticed great high clouds billowing to the north ... had the temperature been closer to the average for this time of year, those would've been the first thunderstorms of the season ...

... on a little drive to mount vernon, the shadows told me that the afternoon light had returned ...

... at castle island, this winter's ice is melting away for good ...

... playing around downtown, later in photoshop i found i'd captured a selfie ...


So with an equal splendor,
The morning sun-rays fall,
With a touch impartially tender,
On the blossoms blooming for all:
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment-day;
Broidered with gold, the Blue,
Mellowed with gold, the Gray.
FRANCIS MILES FINCH

... as sure a sign of spring as any other ...

... last week there was only snow ...

... a bit of a mystery, it took me several minutes to figure it ...

... i wanted to pick the lock, climb, and escape ...

... the old boys/girls club, now derelict, a place for those who have nowhere to go ...

... in maine, we get used to winter ...

... my dear friend claims the steeple is tilted slightly, while i, of course, believe it to be straight ... this, i think, is a really good thing to disagree about ...

... things lost reappearing, another sign of spring ... [those who have dogs—well, you know all about this] ...

... if you take the time to look, a bit of romance ...

... inside, a clock, outside the sun to mark time ...

... farewell to the ken-a-set thrift store, i will miss my friends ...

... outside for a smoke break, i see, but of what he reads i know not ...

... old—most likely older than me—whispering to me, "spring ... surprised ... when will you learn patience, my hurried friend" ...

ANOTHER BEGINNING

... in 1919 raymond orteig offered a prize of $25,000 (approximately $400,000 today) as a "stimulus to courageous aviators" to the first flyer to cross the atlantic non-stop from paris to new york or from new york to paris ... by 1927 the prize had still not been claimed, although several had died or disappeared trying ... passenger carrying aviation was at a standstill, and many claimed that flying would never be safe enough for purely commercial use ... in february of 1927 a relatively unknown young aviator, charles lindbergh, arrived at the ryan factory in san diego and asked, "can you design and build me a very unusual single engine plane that will fly me 3,000 miles without landing ... and, by the way, it must be ready to take-off in sixty days" ...

... the plane was built ...

... on may 20th, 1927, charles lindbergh took off from roosevelt field on long island and, after a courageous feat of navigation and human endurance, 33 hours later landed at le bourget field outside of paris ...

... the entire world cheered ... due to the advent of radio communications, it was perhaps the first truly global event ...

... charles lindbergh's achievement inspired the public, the aviation industry responded ... yet his aircraft, "the spirit of st. louis," would remain a technological oddity ... it's focused design, being basically an airborne gas tank (fuel and pilot weighed more than the plane itself), served primarily as a stimulus to designers to try new things ...

... 1927 to 2015 ...

... a child, born in the year lindbergh flew to paris, now walks onto a giant multi-engine jet aircraft in new york, never actually seeing the outside of the plane, and seven hours later, having had two meals and watched a movie while airborne, deplanes in paris ...

... just a short time ago a very, very weird airplane landed in abu dhabi, having flown from switzerland without using a single drop of fossil fuel ... it is powered solely by solar panels ...

... after an overnight rest, the "solar impulse" will continue on in its attempt to be the first aircraft to circumnavigate the earth powered only the solar energy ... after landing its designer said, "what we have managed to do in the air all of us can do on the ground, we can have a world without fossil fuels" ...

... it might complete the journey, i so hope this happens ... or, like those who preceded charles lindberg, it might not ...

... either way, history is being made ...

... a child, born in the year the solar impulse flew to abu dhabi ___________ ...

... can we even imagine how that sentence will be completed ...

"I realized that the future of aviation,
to which I had devoted so much of my life, depended less on the perfection of aircraft than on preserving the epoch-evolved environment of life,
and that this was true of all technological progress."
CHARLES LINDBERGH