Traveling the Katy Trail and Ohio to Erie Trail by Bike A common question we are asked when recalling stories about our bike trip is: What type of roads did we encounter over our four-month voyage? “Don’t tell me you biked on major highways!” people exclaim with alarm, thinking of foolish cyclists they’ve narrowly passed … Continue reading
“Well was were you when the train left town / I was standing at the corner with my head hung down / Hey that train that carried my girl from town / Hey hey hey hey hey” –Doc Watson- “No one has written the book of life,” he reminds me as we breach conversation, sitting … Continue reading
Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except Love. -Susan Sontag- They met under a tree in in late September, converging in the midst of their diverting trails to make a decision. She had left things scattered about his house the month before, in the bathroom with its cold, hard ceramic green tiles. She had left … Continue reading
The sky yawns in great golden gulps as it greets the day in its sleepy way. Good morning. You can start fresh. This day is new. You may also like: A Commute After sunrise The most beautiful thing Continue reading
I heard once that it is a beautiful thing to wake up singing. To test one’s vocal chords in that mystery which is the voice, an illustrator for sheet music. Before the sun has peeked over the edge of its nightly slumber, when the moon is till sharp and in focus, this is when you … Continue reading
Because I woke up today to the splatter of rain on asphalt… Because now, in the lived-in-mid-morning, sun hits the rain still lingering on leaves… Because I don’t want to restate what has already been said… I am sharing with you a post I wrote two years ago, “an ode to pluviosity.” …Because today the … Continue reading
It’s dogwood season. The time when color comes back into the world, fragile green leaves craving the sweet kisses of sunlight. They (and we) gather it close, soaking it in, feeling the fresh breaths of spring. Outside my back door is a dogwood tree. Most of the year, it grows unassumingly out of a concrete-enclosed hole … Continue reading
I’ve become one of those crazy people- wearing spandex, tight-fitting rain gear and shoe covers. I flatten my hair with a helmet, talk routes, and bedazzle my ride with lights. Sometimes, I feel like a Christmas tree with the rest of ’em, back end blinking red. I don’t speed along high-speed highways, trying to keep … Continue reading
Stairs cut into the mountain guide us down to the city, where it awakens beneath a sleepy gray sky. You may also like: Feather Bed Looking at a city Painting Portland: and unexpected cyclist haven a Sunday morning Continue reading
We woke to the sight of trees overhead- lush, a ceiling of bright green. Neither Alison or I were were wearing our glasses, so all we could see was green- that fuzzy, bright, verdant color of early morning light that makes chlorophyll dance. The sun came up hesitatingly behind the trees that surround us, wrapping … Continue reading
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