Looking Down

I had hoped to return to the dirt roads for some miles on Tuesday morning, but heavy thunderstorms overnight and morning rain had me thinking otherwise. The idea of the fresh dirt put down by the county combined with heavy rain was not something I felt like putting myself—or my drivetrain—through. So, I headed into the wet woods to stomp out a couple of miles with my camera before getting home to do what I do. Which is hard to put into words, so I won’t.

There was some mist in the air as I made my way to the Sylvan Solace Preserve but soon after I started my hike the sun started to break through a bit.

Since this wasn’t my first choice of outdoor activities today, I didn’t spend too much time in the woods but still found a few shots I dug. It’s funny what you can see when you take a look down now and again. That’s the main reason I love hiking and riding with my camera. I’m not blindly walking or riding through the woods or roads only concerned for heart rates and total miles, I’m looking for things and critters to photograph and that helps me make the most of my time in the saddle and/or stomping trails in the woods as I ride the conveyor belt of life towards the end.

Of course, none of that helps my ever-growing body. A recent photo that Wifey took of me left me self-fat shaming more than ever. I look like a combination of myself at age 17, my overweight 75-year-old father, and a butch lesbian!¹ FUCK! I don’t know whether I should put on The Cure’s Disintegration, tune into Fox News² or go to The Pelt Room!³

I digress, here are some photos from today. Hoping for saddle time tomorrow.

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Later.

1. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, some of my best friends over the years have been butch lesbians.
2. My father, like many men his age who never leave the house, is a non-voting, Fox News watching right-winger with a variety of conspiracy theories. To say we disagree on 99.9% of today’s social and political issues is an understatement.
3. The Pelt Room is a lesbian strip club in the John Waters’ movie Pecker.