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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August 11, 2015

MY FAVORITE GANG

... sunday i took a little wanderabout up to bangor, where i was asked to play in the backyard and then stay for supper ...

... walker can find importance in anything and everything ...

... tom thinks ... a lot ... tom's a thinker ...

... behind her great smile, em knows just about everything there is to know about the tragedy of the titanic and the iceberg ...

... a new bike and a little boy, dan's tight circles around me were as good as anything nascar has to offer ...

... megan makes faces for the camera, so i was honored she allowed me this gentle natural expression ...

... after supper walker decided he'd like to take my b.m.w. for a spin ...

... of course, i wasn't about to let him take off without being properly attired ...


... five (soon to be six) of the greatest kids i've ever known ...

... blessed, i am ...

STOPPED ON CAPE COD HILL

... often i pull over on the side of the cape cod hill road, park my motorcycle or car, and then sit upon one of the large rocks along the edge of the field and do nothing but admire the view ...

... while i'm perched upon the granite boulder i sometimes wish there was someone with whom i shared the scene, another reason, i suppose, that i post this journal ...

... as i drive away, however, always i'm happy i took the time to drive up the hill and stop to sit on the rock ...