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.

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September 15, 2015


... we went out to the end of the international airport's runway to watch the sunset ... there were several photographers present, and i mentioned aloud what a lovely evening it was ... photo snob with the new 50 megapixel canon said, "light's too flat" ... damn, i guess i must've skipped class when they were giving that lesson ... my childhood home was between the tall buildings (of which there were only two in the late-1950s) and the mountains about halfway to the right edge of the photo ...

... a beautiful closing of a wonderful day ...