of the ‘everyday’.
In no particular order.
Ribbit.
The everyday. So mundane, monotonous.
Or so some would lead you to believe.
These everyday rides become a part of my consciousness, but the camera rarely comes along. No camelbak usually means no freezing of time, no lens. Not so since Oregon – it’s happy to bounce around in the feed bag.
400 miles singletrack, now racing in the pool. Paula breathes deep every day.
Look out.
It can be scary out there.
The mountain bike(r) as commuter. On the way home from school.
A different look at the something old.
And rain mixes things up.
I love these photos Scott. FANTASTIC!
🙂
14 inches of Whah? Maybe on the coneflower, but the cholla?
Thanks mstea!
Brett — that sign was at the post office in Summerhaven. It should probably be 3-4″ higher after some of the recent storms we’ve had.
It’s a pleasure to pop in again Scott, thanks for the picture post!
The Oregon stories and pictures make me dream……….
Ed