The Quietest Engine

The quietest enginecan take you
on solo urban journeys,
or carry you
into a mass
critical

to the beat of the city.

Beauty in the eye of the beholder...

I usually shoot up this street near Glen Park without much attention to the "view." Today in the mist and drizzle I saw a patch of blue sky hovering above the city and immediately hoped for a rainbow to appear. Just as quickly I shifted gears and suddenly thought: who needs a rainbow.. there's beauty right here in the every day white noise of Highway 280 and in the watchful windows of the Excelsior.

Here are 2 sequences taken from the same place that show how it is so easy and possible to change how far
we can choose to focus our gaze.

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Early to Rise

Spring Ahead

The clock leaps ahead,
Wickedly stealing an hour of slumber.
I tenderly tumble into the day
As time trips forwards.

Sunlight bathes the streets awake.
I fly for miles
before I fully see
This Day, growing full around me.

Later light lingers longer
Evening falls sleepily, slowly.
The beauty of time's change sinks in
as I too settle deeper.

Name that corner..."I love the Mission in the morning" (to the tune of "I love Paris in the springtime")... Watch out for that truck! I hear they can break gear shifters off and even bones in your hands!

Work sweet work..

A Starting Point

Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, CA

Every story needs a start, and what better way to begin to share a bit of my "air-time" than with a view of the Golden Gate Bridge from the Marin Headlands. The images posted here will represent some of the amazing things I view from my strong, sturdy and amazing Specialized Allez that I have nicknamed "Toblerone." More to follow on that...