Greetings and salutations. Apologies for the long quiet. I’m still riding, traveling, writing, and photographing, but so much has gone on recently some projects had to be back burnered temporarily. After…
Have you ever thought the blinking cursor on your screen might be mocking you? Losing sequence, speeding up, slowing, laughing, emphasizing a sort of exclamation point on your writer’s block?…
In winter, southern plains weather changes on a dime, at times shifting some forty or fifty degrees within twenty-four hours. Seventy in the morning, twenty by afternoon is not as unheard of…
That morning came stunning, that first morning of wind therapy. Not for anything especially beyond the day to day uniqueness, but for something more than the face of it, for…
I did not know this would be the last time I would ride this year, but then nothing about 2016 went according to any plan, order, or logic. After all,…
Other scenes from an autumn run.
It’s like waking up. The haze has stretched on and on for months and even in gear and loading up, like checking another must from the endless to do list,…
The sun is sinking behind us, the shadows from the overarching trees have grown into one around us. Passing open river flood fields, the grass seems particularly greyed in its…
Dharma Anchor 