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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May 14, 2020


... adrien picked me up (my car's still in the shop) and we enjoyed a nice wandering to a location must remain undisclosed ... today was time to enjoy watching my niecette, tessa ... apparently adrien has been fulfilling her role as aunt by encouraging this precious little ball of energy to make faces, run, jump, spin, and, above all else, laugh and laugh and laugh until the only thing left to do is laugh some more ...


... time stopped, was that special moment within which forever i will be at peace ...
... here all is right in the world ...
... even when my heart is full, still there is room for more, so that though it feels it must burst it doesn't, and happiness is knowing it never will ...

Do you hear?
It is the orchestra of life.
Dance to neither rhythm nor melody, rather
Dance because that is what makes
the music play.