Rappahannock County, rollered dirt road lattice, Blue Ridge on the horizon and our fingers and toes freeze but we don’t mind, what with the sapphire sky.
Rappahannock County, rollered dirt road lattice, Blue Ridge on the horizon and our fingers and toes freeze but we don’t mind, what with the sapphire sky.
The plan is to follow a dirt path through the Bronx up to Westchester County on single and double track, bursts of trash and glass and chainlink glimpses. The neither illusion of it, of shrushing through the woods half a veil alongside the brick iron concrete knowledge of where we are, and that seesaw, not a countryside ride, not through hyper built spaces.
Last days of honeymoon, complete the circuit to Munich, human scales and harmonies, peopled paths, a gentle and loved park with sculpted streams running through it where we watch a multi generational cadre of surfers […]
Margaret coins the label agribiking for the style, where we web the Czech countryside on dirt or gravel or fragmenting asphalt roads abandoned by all but farmers imprinting tractor treads in the mud, perhaps their […]
Organic motion against orderly, settled and therefore settling historically conscious handsomeness. Primary color light rail to the three glass wall stop shoving aside tiny cars. Grass triangle parks, picnic tables pulled up prams, municipal workers […]
From the midpoint of a green iron bridge. One bank, statued hill ridge leading the eyes to a pillars stairs arches palace, pink stones in early evening. The other, five and six story plaster fronted […]
Three border region with Austria and Slovakia, yellow and dark and bright green grasses vanishing eachward, crooked crosshatched with dirt double track, old main routes, current farm machinery avenues, hunters’ alleys to favorite glades. So […]
June valleys practicing for brazen summer heat, MC stops to climb a tree to pick cherries. Bristle brush dark greens top unambitious foothills over irregularly shaped fields yellow to lime, then Dolomite grey holding up […]
Back to rental shop. Doesn’t quite fit, nothing on it is what I would have chosen, too small wheels, wrong tire tread, brakes grab, seatpin quick release slips. But pedal away these pointless stupid flickers, […]
Board at 17:30, muse at clouds below, review conference notes, fast forward through scenes of an in flight movie. Dinner. Blink into Brussels morning, East coast to Europe is precisely timed to skip the sleep […]
Somewhere instead of cold and not, flurries rain by the time they reach the Earth again. Shushshushshush pedaling or pushing through the hush the slush the settling grey on a day when the woods are […]
Photo by Cass Gilbert Superior, Arizona—Splay out gear in sunshine, cliché nylon and wool pennant prayer flags outside the Copper Mountain Motel room. We chisel cake off the mudders, treat ourselves to huevos rancheros, Circle […]