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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September 23, 2018

WANDERABOUTING THE COMMON GROUND


... laura and john took me to the common ground fair in unity ... for those of you not in the know, it's an organic farming/back-to-nature/sustainable resource/traditional crafts/natural living skills & philosophies event that's been held in central maine since 1977 ... this year well over 60,000 people attended the fair ...

... it was a bright-sun day, something not always appreciated by photographers, and i wasn't really in a picture-taking mood, so for the most part i just enjoyed wandering around with john and inspecting the exhibits and presentions ...

... much "organically grown" produce was for sale ...
  

... my pa would've greatly appreciated this woman's "moose dropping" crafts ...
  

... i found this display of dried flowers most attractive ...
  

... if these turkeys could've read my mind—well, let's all be happy that they don't know how to read the calendar ...
  

... i was fascinated with the recumbent bike i tried ...
  
COURTESY JOHN MEADER

... while john and i were sitting down taking a little lemonade break i noticed that another fairgoer had discovered an unofficial entrance to a crowded presentation ... no, it wasn't a girlie show ... in fact, it was an organic lifestyle speaker and the feet belonged to a pleasant young lady ...
  

... john's friends were doing henna tattoos ...
  

... i've always wanted to get a tattoo, and i really liked their work, so maybe—nah, i think they, too, use needles for the permanent kind of body art ...
  

... these two were having a great time watching all the people walk by ...
  
  

... laura and john ...
  

... yea, john meader, a cosmic clown ...
  

... we watched one dog herd geese, while another dog had to go to time-out for biting the sheep ... we saw a pig the size of a small car ... there was a rabbit that looked like a giant lint-ball, a nifty home-made wooden backpack that fits snug into the bow of a canoe, and a man showing the beautiful knives he had made ... we laughed along with the little children as on pieces of cardboard they slid down a straw blanketed hill ... the brick oven pizza was yummy, as was the rest of the food we enjoyed with our noses ... 

... what a wonderful day ...