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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September 12, 2015

WANDERING ALASKA - DAY 2

 ... we drove out hope, where the road comes to an end and about 125 people live at the end of the world ... this is a view of the half of the town that was swallowed up in the good friday earthquake ... pa would take us to hope on his barter/scrounge/swap expeditions ...

... the abandoned old coast road winds along the little bluff just to the right in the picture ... even in the absence of a specific memory, i've absolutely no doubt this is a spot pa would've stopped so ma could prepare a little picnic lunch while we skipped stones and dared one another to walk out onto the deadly glacial mud ...

... i could feel his presence in this place, and, sharing it with my little girls, i know he smiled ...

WANDERING ALASKA: DAY 1

... little patrick, circa 1960 ...

... grownup patrick, september 10, 2015 ...

... the planet may be warming, for sure the glacier is melting, nevertheless, what great joy that my daughters have brought me back to my childhood ...