just on the bike path, headed back from Valley Forge. Mesmerized by my pedaling shadow. Leading me out to the front, a bit to the left. Upper body smooth, chin tucked in, like a boxer. Steady, into the wind, with the wind, and then a cross. Along side train tracks, freight cars. I pass the engine. Hand the red lantern to another bloke this time.
I'm looking forward to work tomorrow, not that its a paid day. better.
I'll pack all the gear I have, the Canon 5d, the bits, and the bike.
to the opera house in Jim Thorpe to shoot, I hope, get some shit useable, for the music video.
now, I look at my bike. Facing left. Front tire almost seems stopped from moving on. Square to the wall, just touching.
I enjoy writing. I'm poor at it. but some how, its what I feel connected to.
so many things are easy.
but this one thing
should work at it a bit
I'd get you to feel, to conjure up some image, scene.
I won't forget that I'm a minion.
funny not to have some editorial photos,
I'll put my head on the train tracks, an ear on the rail, and listen.
Cheers, d. lowe.