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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July 3, 2015

GOOD MORNING

... winston awoke me with a lick, so i grabbed my tiny fuji camera to which i attached a manual-everything forty-year old olympus lens, then, barefooted and wearing only my pj boxers and t-shirt, i strolled out into my niece's backyard for a little morning wanderabout ...










... i think winston was trying to understand me ...

... good morning ... good-morning-good-morning-good-morning, another wonderful day begins ...