Met my dear friends Brandi and Robby for bloody marys, omelettes with gruyere, bratwurst and salad. Last minute sticky bun, too. Sat next to those shiny moustache handlebars outside.
I was singing The Bike Song to myself for the rest of the day.
Monday, October 11, 2010
The golden season
Kinda like the golden hour, but for time of year. End of summer. I threw clothes on with my eyes half open on Saturday morning, filled my tires and rode my bike in the 72° weather to an aluminum-sided diner car under the bridge.
Met my dear friends Brandi and Robby for bloody marys, omelettes with gruyere, bratwurst and salad. Last minute sticky bun, too. Sat next to those shiny moustache handlebars outside.
I was singing The Bike Song to myself for the rest of the day.
Met my dear friends Brandi and Robby for bloody marys, omelettes with gruyere, bratwurst and salad. Last minute sticky bun, too. Sat next to those shiny moustache handlebars outside.
I was singing The Bike Song to myself for the rest of the day.
Monday, October 04, 2010
Aspen color explosion
Try to ignore the title of this blog for just this one post. I can't just leave the photo on my Flickr page. I went to Aspen for a wedding over the weekend, and minding my own business walked nearly into this:
Isn't that insane? All of these were well over a thousand dollars, and well over a thousand jaw drops. I was taken back to my middle school mall hangout days when I would walk into Candy HQ and walk out with a cellophane bag full of sour straws, candy buttons and gummy sharks.
Isn't that insane? All of these were well over a thousand dollars, and well over a thousand jaw drops. I was taken back to my middle school mall hangout days when I would walk into Candy HQ and walk out with a cellophane bag full of sour straws, candy buttons and gummy sharks.
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