An Old Hand

... now my beard is filled with gray,
my hands covered with scars,
and I wonder at the wisdom of reaching after stars.
Still, looking back at the twists and turns of where that path had led,
I most regret the friends I lost
and the words I never said.
                              (Sweet Reunion)

I'm thinking I need to change the focus of my Blip journal from daily snapshots to photo-based images created to be paired with time spent shooting with vintage cameras and films, poetry, hand colored prints and postcards, digitally manipulated images (see extras)... you know - "old Blipdog, new tricks" stuff. Not sure if I should create a new journal page & identity (Joat Mon - Jack of All Trades Master of None) or just rename this "Pepper Jack's Patch" and just run with it. 

Whatever direction it takes, I certainly don't want to lose contact with this group of talented friends ... and as I've been known to observe, the adventure continues.