January first of two thousand fifteen.




Tried to sleep through the new year but the neighbors lit fireworks. Jessica is terrified of fireworks and woke me up in her panic attack. So my introduction to the new year was a drive around town to calm her. When the initial celebrations calmed we returned home and was soon asleep once again.


Every day is celebration to a beginning of a new year in my mind. The excitment of a calendar year change means very little to me where a social event is concerned. It does, however, mean that Jessica is another year older. That does add something special to the day. She was born December 31, 2002 in Bozeman Montana.


Today has felt wasted on typical resolutuion day planning. A continuation of my last few months. I don’t feel any closer to a goal. In fact, I am nearing the point of returning to my youth, when I was guided by thoughtless impulse. Think I will just perform a mental reformat and beginning my final days with a new operating system.


Seems the older I get the more complicated life becomes. Every moment adds emotional, possessional, and technical clutter to living. To this extent it becomes easy to understand why complication happens.


Time for a walk…






We just returned after a short walk around North Kitsap Heritage Park. The last mile and half was by the most beautiful moonlight we have had in a while. We also found the most amazing frost I have ever seen. Forming mostly around random fallen tree branches, It feels and looks like goose down. One thought I had to how it forms is that the moisture freezes as it rises from the branch. Leaving a delicate frost.



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Many times I have wished I could write countless words like so many can in the blogging community. Writing is a tasking struggle that for some reason I find pleasure in pursuing. Perhaps my inability to write is one reason I use photography for my thousand words. I had hoped to get my thoughts down yesterday but failed to do so and it apparent to me that today will be no different. For today Deborah and I are packing up with Jessica and going to spend the next three days backpacking. Perhaps in that time I will have thoughts worthy of a journal.


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 January 1, 2015 Heritage Park Loop


Longway is the trail name for Tim Todd and is quite fitting due to the fact that every aspect of his life consist of taking the longest route and time to arrive. For Longway the journey is the destination.