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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November 10, 2018

WANDERABOUTING TO A FRIEND

... i was making a visit to a friend who has taken up residence in the togus v.a. hospice, so, in addition to all the usual reasons, i asked john if he'd join me ... i didn't need to add, "for emotional support," he knew ...

... we pulled off the china road to snap some pictures of "my" car ... wearing this first snow, it had more tales to tell us ...
       
    
... john took his "super-duper" telephoto off and got up close with his wide-angle lens ...
       
    
... i used my "classic" (antique) nikkor 50mm f/1.4 ...
       
    
... i could've spent hours exploring all the little details ...
       
       
    
... before leaving i made one last snapshot of the car, seeing it as if an old-timer swaying gently in a porch rocking chair, softly content to watch new life passing by as he snuggles deeper into the comfort and warmth of his own life memories ...
       
    
... so much color ...
       
    
... john and "his" tree ...
       
    
... tonight's strong freezing winds will probably bring these to join their friends on the ground, but, in this moment, they held a bit longer to autumn ...
       
    
... according to the mathematics of fractal geometry and chaos theory it's highly unlikely there has ever existed two leaves identical to one another ... another of the uncountable wonders of the universe ...

    
... i was thinking of our friend ...
       
  
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun 
Do take a sober colouring from an eye 
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; 
Another race hath been, and other palms are won. 
Thanks to the human heart by which we live, 
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, 
To me the meanest flower that blows can give 
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
  WILLIAM WOODSWORTH