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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February 10, 2018

WANDERABOUTING A SOFT WINTER MORNING

... a rather dreary winter morning, with the promise of becoming even more dreary, i was contemplating the concept that snuggling up on the couch and watching a movie was a much better idea than going out to take pictures when john called, "want to go do a bit of wandering" ... off we went ...

... down at the south end of the belgrade lakes system we stopped at a little dam ... i couldn't find anything spectacular, but then i thought to share with all of you the simple things ...
  
   
... for some reason i was drawn to the relationship between the leaning birch tree and the reflected trunks in the stream ...
  
   
... john, of course, applied his super-duper "L" zoom to the scene ...
  
   
... always, a tree in a field serves a good subject ... just as i snapped this, however, john yelled, "run, the snowplow's coming"  ... after all these years i must now be qualified as a "real" mainer, since i knew not to look, just run for my life  ...
  
   
... at castle island i found the softness of the day ...
  
   
... winter, gentle ...
  
   
... at the "sunset grill" in belgrade john treated me to a most excellent lunch ... it was so scrumptious that towards the end when i discovered that the cook had very cleverly hidden black olives within the tortellla i wasn't in the least bothered ...
  
   
... i snapped this picture because—well, just because, i guess ...
  
  

"i walked the center of the road,
because doing so made it less empty."
L. ALLEN