6 years have passed since I last created content here. Coincidently; or perhaps not by chance; I last posted here about a trip to Paris. I have not been to France since the Pandemic; though I have been other places in Europe during that time. Today I return to France for a much needed reset.… Continue reading 6 Years
Category: Travel
I love to travel, this is my most important passion in life really. I care about going to new places and meeting new and interesting people.
Dust & Snow
Stone soul who wonderingly gazes down on a tide of falsehoods, unfeeling stone who does not feel the deep winter’s cold that destroys the flesh, and sears the eyes. She sees the lights and the bustle of the city that never dies; yet not living herself; she only knows of dust and ashes rising from… Continue reading Dust & Snow
Beauty In Marble
The Winged Victory Of Samothrace On my visit to the Louvre last February; I saw this marvelous statue in person. Something about this broken figure is striking to nearly everyone who sees it. I don’t know what it is, maybe the way the wings and the folds of fabric suggest movement, or perhaps it is… Continue reading Beauty In Marble
Midori MD Paper Cotton Letter Pad Review.
I bought this Midori MD Paper Cotton letter pad from Jetpens a few weeks ago, and have been using it regularly ever since. I am quite impressed by the quality and feel of the paper, it has some tooth, but just enough to notice, not enough to be annoying when using a sharp nib. It… Continue reading Midori MD Paper Cotton Letter Pad Review.
Escape on two wheels.
I think time is the greatest luxury of all. I took this weekend and took off for Ocala National Forest. I loaded up my bike and spent the second half of Friday out riding the back roads, and today (Saturday) I am still out here riding and exploring. In the morning, I woke up as… Continue reading Escape on two wheels.
Wherever you are; life goes on elsewhere.
Think about a place that you remember. A place that you would like to go see again. Right now that place is as real as the place you are currently in right now. It is vibrant and people are there, or the wind is rustling in the trees at this moment. The small little section… Continue reading Wherever you are; life goes on elsewhere.
Changes, and a new focus.
Life has marched onward in the 2 year interim between my last post and now. I won’t go into all the changes and struggles, but since I can not remain fixed while the currents of time rush forward; I must change with the times. Travel, adventure, exploration. These are my goals. My daughters are now… Continue reading Changes, and a new focus.
Wisdom Comes Slowly
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Forget Me Not – 1918
Forget Me Not 1918 These pressed flowers were in a book I bought many years ago at a garage sale. I have kept the worm eaten book and these flowers for many years because they are special. I don’t know the story, I don’t know if this was a funeral bouquet for a fallen soldier,… Continue reading Forget Me Not – 1918
An Offering Of Pearlescent Debris
Sawgrass riptide, silicate crystals smeared across my toes, the pressed down deepened holes in the burning white, where I run down to the harder pressed darker expanse of shallow sea. There are gulls on the edges vision, screeching, diving, salty spray of feathers, darting, running, scattering sandpipers leave tiny scratches on the hard-packed sandy horizon.… Continue reading An Offering Of Pearlescent Debris
A Poem For Summer.
I put a poem in the inside of every new moleskine I buy. I put this poem from Tennyson in the moleskine I used for the most chaotic, upsetting and exciting year of my life. (4-2014 to 3-2015) An incredible number of things happened to me and my family during that time, and this poem… Continue reading A Poem For Summer.
Graffiti To The Gods
Immortality. That is the cause that drives all of us; we meat-puppets, bio-piles, self-motivated obsessed carbon life forms that we are. The reason we do everything that we do is because we die. The meaning of life is that it ends. The scrawled hearts on the park bench, the scratched names under your desk are… Continue reading Graffiti To The Gods
1987 Vulcan 88 Classic.
This is my 1987 Vulcan 88 Classic. It is big, it is old, but it is mine, and it brought me safely through a 1300 mile journey, so I feel a bit of gratitude towards the old lump of steel and weather-checked rubber.. I figure I owe it at-least a chance to live on in… Continue reading 1987 Vulcan 88 Classic.
Ants On A Rock, Halfway Between The Atoms And The Stars.
I love looking down into a valley where I can see the curve of a river, or the shape of a town, and then compare that mental image to a map of the state or country to get an idea of my size relative to the earth, or the natural formations around me. This image… Continue reading Ants On A Rock, Halfway Between The Atoms And The Stars.
Utility > Obligation
When your obligation to an item outweighs its utility, it is time to cut the connection to that item. I have fallen into the trap of saving something because I might need it someday, and so I have carried things half-way across a continent in the imagining that I will have a use for it… Continue reading Utility > Obligation
Creativity Is A Resource More Than A Muscle.
I have lived with the idea that creativity is a muscle that increases in strength the more you use it. I imagined that it was something that I could improve with time, as I kept making more art and refining my technique, perhaps creative ideas would flow liberally and this would be an upward spiral… Continue reading Creativity Is A Resource More Than A Muscle.
Inspiration To Travel
Twenty Eight Feet: life on a little wooden boat from kevinAfraser on Vimeo. I read the book: ‘Dove’ by Robin Lee Graham, and somewhere stashed away, I have the original National Geographic Magazine articles about his travels, and this video makes me re-live reading those books. Here is a young man also on a… Continue reading Inspiration To Travel
Molars Of Time
The morning sun low on the horizon, riding my bike early in the spring; while the northern leaves are still un-budded, and the grip of an icy winter is still fresh in the mind. I used to ride my bike to the local “Tim Hortons” bake shop and Coffee shop when I had the time,… Continue reading Molars Of Time
If it requires a uniform, it’s a worthless endeavor.
“If it requires a uniform, it’s a worthless endeavor.” -George Carlin
Richard Proenneke quote
“There is always a sadness about packing. I guess you wonder if where you’re going is as good as where you’ve been.” -Richard Proenneke -One Man’s Wilderness