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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September 30, 2020

TESSA & GRAMP & AUTUMN

... john and i wanderabouted until we ended up at the wire bridge, where we shared our subway sandwich picnic supper with the autumn splendor ...
      
    
... my brother, michael, and i made a visit to new hampshire to witness for ourselves the famous (my apologies to r.l.stevenson) "dr. tessa & ms. hyde" ...
      
      
    
... outside i reclined on the little grassy hill and enjoyed the color ...
      
    
... a kid, a swing, the world is perfect ...
      
          
... my brother, with mr. charlie oliver in the background ...
      
    
... tessa "makes faces" to adrien's cues ...
      
      
    
... once again, "there is as much color in a single leaf as is displayed by the entire forest" ...
      
    
... this one's from the wire bridge ...
      
    
... p.s. as i write this my "student," danny, is busy doing seat work ... due to intermittent power outages his peers attending the "brick & mortar" classes in oakland are now waiting for their buses to take them home ... "how come i have to keep working" ... "because when you're done you get to play on the computer blasting zombies and aliens, that's why ... now go back to work" ...
      
    
... howling wind outside, i'm much afraid the foliage isn't going to survive ... still, the forest desperately needed the water ...