There is a beauty in my work, I work with light, helping to capture an image.
and it is a joy for me, to work for someone talented, with a good eye, and fair personality.
riding my bike is not my career.
its a love.
Again I toil, suffer, and pedal endlessly repetitive circles, million of minutes, for loads of miles.
I want to have the opportunity, to make my luck, skill.
and if its to suffer, and come in 16th, Sunday at Kutztown cyclocross race, then that's it.
It took me a bit to get into the race, the 1st laps, I pedaled with,.... not total conviction.
Not until I saw Marks wheel up in front of me, and felt the two men come on strong to my aft, and soon to capture me, was I able to dig deeper, and ride.
I could never figure out this line, I'd slow so much, lost mucho time here.
photo: c. cabalu
Saturday, working at Belmont. I carried stones. Whacked weeds. Used a spay to move the earth.
Just to move mother earth a wee bit.
I don't think there is a word more proud, more yearned for. Work.
somewhere, just more recent, I think that the pride, its been a bit lost. It's more than just capturing an image, but to capture it with a pride, skill, purpose. Cheers to the good Cinematographers. a knowledge, skill, love, to write Motion, an image, with light.