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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October 25, 2017

AUTUMN WET

... this one is from our visit a few weeks ago to the maine huts & trails lodge on flagstaff lake ...

... i'd left my overjacket at the lodge ... merrie had brought it to the kingfield office, and john asked if i'd like to make an outing of its retrieval ... over an inch of rain predicted for the afternoon, we weren't in the least deterred ...

... again, "there's as much color in a single leaf as there is in the entire forest" ... and, as i've said, you either understand that or—well, or i'll hope you're working on it ...

... everyone raves about the "reds" and "oranges," but i can also appreciate the browns, too ...

... the wire bridge in north new portland, approximately 150 years old ...

... on their journey back to earth, these two took a little pause ...

... on an aps-c framed sensor my 12mm's field-of-view approximates a full-frame 18mm ... this particular vantage of the wire bridge is one of the very few where i always end up revisiting thoughts of an even wider lens ...

... autumn in new england ...

... each leaf a miracle of color ...

... it's almost sad that they're not edible ...

... on the way to lunch in farmington john pulled off to the side of the road for a bit of through-the-window photography ... my first frame, i really liked this one ... "okay, let's just wait a bit for a loaded pulpwood truck to come screaming towards us" ... we finally gave up, after which, naturally, we saw several big rigs coming from the opposite direction ...

... i retrieved my jacket, bought a cup of coffee from a cheery young lady at the cumby in kingfield, enjoyed a scrumptious b-l-t sandwich in farmington, and shared a great wanderabout with john ...

... what a nice day ...