Stopping By The Woods

So how did I come to be here, between the woods and frozen lake, on the darkest evening of the year? I now find myself solitary, alone and observant, on the edge of something beckoning but altogether strange at the same time. At the wonderful age of 51, I am on a path of exploration, finding out exactly how much I have left in the tank, realizing the journey is not yet over. And by god, I am going for it, without anyone or anything else but the energy from inside myself to carry me forward.

This is going to be a journal that perhaps no one will read but myself. But maybe not. Either way, it’s all good. I have always liked to read, and I also enjoy communicating. So that is what this journal is about. I will take notes and enter my thoughts. I will post photos on flickr and they will appear on the photos page. I will log entries that will undoubtedly appear mundane and extraordinarily boring. I will open up my soul and pour my feelings out, and I will also shroud or otherwise abstract my deeper reflections when the need arises. After all, I am only human. If you are reading this, you either stumbled upon this site by accident, or you may know me, or you got a link to this, either from me, or from some other source. Feel free to comment, or not. Linger and enjoy. Do whatever you want to do. It’s okay. No one will see us stopping here, to watch the woods fill up with snow.