High above the sea a welder makes ready a fishing boat for it’s next journey. A cool Sunday morning in Ct. and my mind continues to travel old roads alone. Just me and my images, identity, not an avatar or a 140 character twit. Just thoughts and compassion looking back on the road not taken and the road re-traveled. Once I was ….. now not relevant images made and shown in a goodnuff state to the world wide web a nano second later and forgotten as fast.  Just a visitor to the ipodian age leaving little tracks of silver halides a forgotten language based on thought contemplation and seeing more than the next upgrade. “One word for you Plastics” [paraphrased from The Graduate]                      enjoy pjc
Off to follow the trail left behind on an old road.

Photographic Art visual and verbal