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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February 27, 2020

OF HEART VALVES AND DUCK PINS

 ... mike is healing up nicely ... !!! ... i used my phone to snap this photo the day before he went in to have his heart tuned up ... that's neftalie, one of my sorta-adopted siblings, cheering him up ... since then he's undergone a nine and one-half hour open-heart procedure, during which the doctors replaced a bunch of parts and patched up others that were a bit worn ... as of today he's conscious, beginning to talk, and most of the tubes they had running out of him have been removed ... he's a long recovery road ahead, but, for now, it's looking like if not exactly "brand-new" he's going to walk out in a "restored classic" condition ... 
  
   
... a self-portrait ...
   
   
... colby college, sunset from the home depot snow pile ...
   
   
... adrian's assistant takin' tea while the bread's baking ...
   
   
... ohhhhhhh, that burnt end, still oven warm slathered with creamy butter churned from the milk of irish cows—as john denver sang, "almost heaven" ...
   
   
... tessa, on the way to the playground ...
   

... if not the 2036 olympics, perhaps a ringling circus act ...
   
   
... stepping back, of the most difficult things a parent can do ...
   
   
... what a smile ...
   
   
... i believe that we should put up a great monument honoring whoever it was that invented the swingset ...
   

... daughter and ma and duck pins ...
   
   
... why bother with fancy amusement parks when you've an ancient duck pin alley within which to let loose your kid ...
   
   
... technique, that's what it's all about—that and a little ma nudge, too ...
   
   
... "mars rocket design 101," class begins ...
   
   
... absolutely, i wish it had been for a more normal visit with my brother that i had traveled down from maine to rhode island, but—well, as you can see, i'm not about to complain that i got a little preview of spring ...
   

... nevertheless the winter up north, however, i'm going to drive back to maine hummin' a happy tune 'cause my big brother's okay ...