Transition

Brown Bridge Quiet Area is constantly in a state of transition. As the days pass, those places I hold dear continue to grow and mature. The Quaking Aspens have grown with such resolve, and the Leopord Frogs have too. The grasses below shift, drawing my eye to their presence. The sun is playing a game of... Continue Reading →

Mud, Rain and Solitude

 The rain was coming down in sheets. The roof of the office began to leak, so an orange bucket was placed there overnight. I began to debate the reward of riding in such wet conditions. The debate was over...the bike was being unloaded from the Subaru. I began dry. Water in bearings, water in shoes,... Continue Reading →

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