Beer

I guess in my case I'm looking into the simpler pleasures
I'm looking for my drive, in photography,  I understand the tech,  what's to learn there
I feel I have a grasp on that.  But what I lack, that drive, the need to shoot a picture, to tell a story.
Maybe that's a flaw in me, something I lack, but I don't want to shoot editorially,
I want to shoot, Themed, shots that go together, that open and expose, a number of prints, that stand together.
I don't know where to look for it, but that does not stop me from moving forward
and if I never discover it, oh well, maybe its the journey for me, that's what I get

 

and Beer?   I never thought years ago, that it would be more than Bud, Bush, Stroh's,  I never thought that so many people would be brewing, so many good beers,.... and beer is cheap. 

and I am enjoying so many,  different, convenient,  and for me its hard to deny myself of this pleasure.  and Why should I?



bike riding, some think its hard work, slogging up a hill,  a slow  brutal challenge.
or putting on layers,  heading out the door into 29 degrees, to ride for 3hrs.
hanging on for dear life, in a break, and you know your pull is next, and that you still have 12 laps to go.

That's not suffering, its a blessing, to find something that you'll give your soul to.

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Cheers, dlowe


sometimes I don't put much effort into this, anymore than just writing.
Fine.
I ride my own line, and write the same way.

Yann Tiersen:  "Fuck me"

naileds

the oil grease black soot dirt from working on the bike every line of dry skin in my hands
works its way down in even after washing the black  there is a bit deeper off the surface


Funyuns
while in Dallas driving from an interview to the airport in our large Suv we stopped at a light got bashed into not hard but good at the stop light by a pu truck,
a thin tube man landscaper nice enough bloke with bad tattoos somehow did not realize to come to a stop
we all rolled into the gas mart and a very nice cop took care of the paper work
we stood in the sun and someone got funyuns
I ate one


while in San Fran
between breakfast and checking out I walked to the adjacent
drug store to get gum
on exiting a man was on the ground leaned on the post at the corner outside the door
I stood a few feet away enjoying the people the street
his sign said "fuck you, man"
cool to me
he was done with a bag of Funyuns and putting the package into his traveling bag
"dude can I have a piece of gum"
"yeah,"
I pop it out of the blister pac
and put it into his open palm
his skin was not the color of skin but of the earth city earth grime
his nails longer with black lines of dirt just lining the nails edges

"Funyuns sure give you bad breath, thanks"

sunday I raced  crits doing 60miles of circles.  two  races. 
10th in the 45+
I just sat up in the 1,2,3.   no legs heart or head to mix it up all I could see in the future was badness
it ended fine no one did anything stupid

I wish I could live many lives simultaneously
I'd love to be back out on the road working
somewhere racing
laying on the couch with a cat on me watching something on the tv or reading
or out to a dinner with Ljiljana

I pedaled my pedaler over to Narberth
to get catnip plants
Marsala wine
and beer for me

so it goes that we all are a bit relaxed here

life is grand, dlowe

spot on

I left Klaus Kinski behind in the hotel lobby by mistake
so maybe someone
is going to pick that book up
and read a page
the smut
I smirk at the thought

I took my camera along and took a few pictures at the stops
I turned my back on the gym or anything physically fitnessed
just work
and not working time spent with my colleagues doing what damage we can do
to revel with shots beers food

home a happy wife
spring the most dark bright green that days can be
a case of beer a SSmtBike ride a bottle of Tito's vodka I made fresh orange juice

Cheers to the high life


Bambino - "Imuhar"

Chicago

Dallas

San Francisco

content

i ve  had my fill this week
holding coffee
sitting in my room listening to Father John Misty
with putting a gift box of chocolates nestled in my dirty clothes in the suitcase
one more inteview
idle time late night flight back east
i miss my city  wife  kitties breeze riding

a wake up call shower a bit of time just standing on a sidewalk in San Fran
alone  full  a lot of thanks i owe my bike
i'm full of the trees of wissahickon
the pavement of Kelly drive
pot holes railroad tracks flat tires and broken chain
the buzz of a car close speeding on
and giving a finger
home    d.