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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June 28, 2020

POOL TIME!

  ... last time i visited i left without my bathing suit, so while i was out doing errands i stopped to recover it—which i did, after a nice long swim and a wonderful supper ...

... when i first met danny he was a tiny boy who would relax in my arms like a little cuddle ball ... now, quite obviously, he's growing up ...
    
  
... em posed for me ... in most of the images she looked seriously—well, "goofy" would put it mildly, so i decided to spare her the embarrassment and post this most charming expression (right, i'm filing the outtakes for some fun on another day) ...
   
  
... megan couldn't quite get the hang of jumping and spinning at the same time, but i still managed a cool snap ...
   
  
... last i saw grant he was hanging on to the edge of the shallow end, now he's practicing for the olympic 3-meter gold  ...
   
  
... "live long and prosper" ... ??? ...
   
  
... walker's working on his cannonball ...
   
  
... this brought back wonderful memories of spending afternoons hanging out at the pool doing nothing but, well, hanging out at the pool ...
   
  
... megan has her first job interview this week ... too soon, too soon ...
   
  
... emily tries to run across the pool ...
   
  
... young tom brings great energy to the classic cannonball dive, so much that after he splashed down i had to clean the lens on my camera ...
   
  
... such a little boy ...
   
  
... i remember telling little megan that someday all the smiles she tried to hide she would end up beaming to the world, and that doing so would make it a tiny bit better place for all of us ...
   
  
... "sister act" ...
   
  
... forever connected, this is how i think of the sisters i helped raise ...
   
  
... joy, sheer joy ...
   
  
... play is the highest form of research ...
ALBERT EINSTEIN