Robb F.

I see myself as a simple "Good Ole Boy." I place my faith in Christ. I trust that He loves me in spite of the many mistakes and pain I've caused others through the years, as well as much as I may try, I continue to remain unworthy of His Love.

I am the father of a 14 y.o. son and entering the throes of "empty nest syndrome.

Entering mid-life, I find myself in a place I never imagined...faced with the prospect of "starting over" from a pit that I alone did not dig. Yet, I will not lie or compromise my values for an easier way out. I will, with the help of God, climb the slow and difficult ladder of integrity and responsibility, trusting that I will emerge a better person for having done so.

Though, not a "loner" and comfortable in most social situations, I am not one who lives to "party" or surround myself with people. I believe having one or two "close" friends is much more valuable than running with a crowd.

Given my personality, there are times when I need to be with others who care about me and there are times when I am driven to seek out solitude and serenity to recharge my mental and emotional batteries. I believe the things I enjoy most, reflect the same.

I love nature and enjoy camping, fishing and hunting. I also enjoy expressing myself and reaching out to others through creativity. Though I am not a published author, I enjoy writing and journaling. I am not an artist, but I love to paint, sketch, design and make jewelry, as well as enjoying photography, woodworking, creating functional things from non-typical materials. I would like to spend more time learning the skills of creating art from found objects.

My comfort places are coffee shops with a special ambience, quiet libraries, and book stores.

If I suddenly found myself with a "free day" with nothing to do, I would prefer to spend it walking along the seashore, reading, or wandering around an "old-time" hardware store exploring all the old and dusty merchandise that has lost its necessity in the passage of time.

I tend to collect simple bits of odds and ends, found objects mostly, that "catch my eye" or serve to remind me of a special someone or moment. that I collect on my forays are "treasure" only because I place a personal meaning on them. My "treasure chest" of such items would, most likely, bewilder anyone else who searched its contents looking for value or "collectibility"

Though, I have long felt I was born in the wrong "era" and have come to believe that this earth is not my true home, but is a layover along my way, the sudden and drastic changes that have occurred in recent times have stolen the precious bit of peace and serenity that helped me keep my bearings.