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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May 20, 2015

YET ANOTHER AROUND TOWN WANDER

... 60°f with extremely brisk winds, it was more like an early autumn day than what should be normal weather for this time of year (frost warnings for tonight) ... i took a little walk down along the kennebec ... from the 2¢ bridge i snapped a picture of the old scott paper mill ... you know how a certain fast food place talks about serving "billions and billions" ... ??? ... well, this mill could make the same claim as regards to how many—how to say this—okay, let's just say that if all the rolls of toilet paper that came out of this building were piled in a giant stack the residents of the used-to-be-a-planet pluto would have much more comfortable lives ...

... swirling froth in the river reminded me i hadn't had my coffee ... don't environmentally fret, i'm told this is perfectly normal river behavior ...

... the trees in the little park in winslow are blooming ...

... just a little postcard view of the falls ... later, after i'd walked down by the hathaway building, i heard a train sound its horn as it crossed the trestle bridge ... darn ... !!! ...

... this seagull scooped up a rather large fish ... when he got to the rocks a very obnoxious female stole it from him and then quite soundly thrashed him as he attempted to reclaim his catch ... hers was then much frustration as she discovered the fish was too big to swallow ...

... this section of the old hathaway is waiting to be developed ... hopefully they won't wait too long ...

... bursting forth, spring ...

 ... these vines, mysterious ...

... from that day in the third grade when i collected a whole wagon load for my teacher, miss quinn, these're still my favorites ...

"In the times you feel unwanted, unappreciated, or it seems you've no place in the world your own, think of the dandelion.  Despite being considered a nuisance weed by gardeners and lawnkeepers alike, it never fails to be anything but the merriest of Spring flowers!"
L. ALLEN

CJ

... "463" comrade from a long, long time ago, my friend since and, i'm absolutely sure, for the rest of life ... back at the house after his daughter's college graduation he asked if i'd shoot a picture for his linkedin profile, and i gladly obliged by posing him next to a section of the new foundation siding ...

... since those days when we worked with things that were as terrible as they were secret, to have come so far and been blessed with so much, we are both, indeed, very lucky guys ...