... feeling more'n a bit—well, i'll not go into the specifics ... in another part of my life i would've buried it all inside me, not allowing the world to see what was going on ... truth be told, i always thought this was what everyone else was doing, too ...
... instead, of the many mechanisms i've learned, i called a good friend, "want to go for a little wanderabout with me up to bangor" ... john said yes, if for no other reason than he is a good friend, and we were off ... in downtown bangor, a visual geometry i've always enjoyed, we strolled about with our cameras ...
... i like the three-dimensional detail on old buildings, something that is rather rare in modern times ...
... just a streetlight, but, for me, something external upon which to focus vision ...
... two versions ... without explaining the technical reasons, i'm curious to know which of these you most prefer ...
... one of the many tiny moments from which a city's day is comprised ...
... little things, so important to take notice ...
... i watched him maneuver through the center of bangor, and i wondered if the little cart he pushed was his home ... i thought of my own home, and, in no way forming a judgment about him because i know that's something i'm not worthy to do, i remembered how incredibly lucky i am ...
... red ... red-red-red ... of the finest of reds i've ever seen ...
... he was taking a break ... with a quick snap i was off my break ...
... on main street, jenny, a famous actress [she was in a movie john has seen, which for me is good enough] ... i freely and without reservation admit that, to say the least, i was captively charmed ...
... in the olden patrick times this could've been a not-so-good day, but, friend and camera and a bit of wandering, i'm rather proud i could find the things that made it good—very, very good, indeed ...