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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March 12, 2016

#600 - BUMBLEBEA

... journal entry #600 ...

... adrien, liz, and their cousin, rachel, came over with beatrix "bumblebea" to enjoy a spaghetti supper and an evening of great fun ... liz, in my opinion perhaps the most expressive reader in the world, brought a storybook to life for bumblebea ...

... adrien did likewise, but in her case it was a picture history of waterville ...

... like all her kind, bumblebea found my camera lens most fascinating ...

... kids this age, you needn't worry about fancy cooking ...

... liz and adrien made sure to teach bumblebea the proper way to eat pasta ...

... childrearing lesson #7, "never spend money when a cardboard box, paper towel tube, a bunch of tupperware containers, or a mouthful of spaghetti will achieve the same results" ...

... and, of course, all else fails just get the kid to play with their tongue ...

... bumblebea loved my weird chair ...

... when it came time to pose she knew just what to do ...

... mom and daughter and one shoe ...

“What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?” 
BEATRIX POTTER