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.

Comments, thoughts, or just a friendly chat, use the response box below or email me at patrickgroleau@gmail.com.

April 28, 2015


... those who know me well are aware that i don't care much for labeling my photographs ... i was reminded of this little personality quirk as i set up my fine art america portfolio, since work cannot be posted on that site unless it is titled ...

... with a little practice, though, i suppose—nah, who am i kidding, like cataloging my images, or keeping my rather eclectic collection of pots and pans properly stored, i'll probably never excel at filling in the blanks on the little brass plaques ... i suppose it can't hurt to try, however, if only that you and i share a bit of amusement ...



... i like both of these images very much, although of the second i'm still trying to determine why ... your thoughts, i'd appreciate ...