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I did a good deal of biking today. Went to the Greenway once and banged it out pretty no-sweat. Got acquainted with my favorite rock, and asked it how was it's day and if I might sit down and do some reading for awhile. It was quiet but I think it was happy to have me around. I forgot my camera and so after reading twenty or so pages of The World Without Us, I bounced on back home. Bounce bounce. I was on rubber after all.
Did some more reading here, worked on music stuff: mixes, enjoying my aural capacity. Nourished my body. Stretched my legs and, remembering my camera this time, was back off to Greenway.As an aside, I like to pretend that Greenway is some magical place somewhere between Greenland and Norway, and the little through-the-woods trail I ride takes me there. It does.
I snapped some photos I will include in here, uncut because I don't know all of that mumbo jumbo. I read some more, and enjoyed how much the theme of the book meshed with my mindset, my environment: in other words, everything to me. The second ride back home was much more challenging, what with spent legs and my crawling grudgingly out of my winter body shape and into physical prowess once more. A tedious but necessary cycle I presume.
I was rewarded this time with church bells in the distance which, as I grew closer, stopped being so damned raucous and took on some note of musicality. It was Saving Grace and it got stuck in my head; they knew I was coming. Another aside, I really like Saving Grace. Now I am here scooping through the photos and deciding which ones to copy paste. Looks like the winners are...
Michael Fink has no arms.
Welcome to Greenway. Population: Me, some funny spandex wearing cyclists, and a bunch of dog lovers.
Treeline gives the illusion of mountains in Delaware and shadow sitting on a very real rock.
My flambuoyant best friend.
And two goodies from my bike tour that never got posted.
Forever
Tree Tunnel
Did some more reading here, worked on music stuff: mixes, enjoying my aural capacity. Nourished my body. Stretched my legs and, remembering my camera this time, was back off to Greenway.As an aside, I like to pretend that Greenway is some magical place somewhere between Greenland and Norway, and the little through-the-woods trail I ride takes me there. It does.
I snapped some photos I will include in here, uncut because I don't know all of that mumbo jumbo. I read some more, and enjoyed how much the theme of the book meshed with my mindset, my environment: in other words, everything to me. The second ride back home was much more challenging, what with spent legs and my crawling grudgingly out of my winter body shape and into physical prowess once more. A tedious but necessary cycle I presume.
I was rewarded this time with church bells in the distance which, as I grew closer, stopped being so damned raucous and took on some note of musicality. It was Saving Grace and it got stuck in my head; they knew I was coming. Another aside, I really like Saving Grace. Now I am here scooping through the photos and deciding which ones to copy paste. Looks like the winners are...
Michael Fink has no arms.
Welcome to Greenway. Population: Me, some funny spandex wearing cyclists, and a bunch of dog lovers.
Treeline gives the illusion of mountains in Delaware and shadow sitting on a very real rock.
My flambuoyant best friend.
And two goodies from my bike tour that never got posted.
Forever
Tree Tunnel
