young mister appeltans

     (ah, falling short, a bit out of focus)

I went down to meet Flynn, and to attempt to take some pictures of him.   By no means an easy task, for me, and while I had a grand time chatting with his parents, my friends, Jeff and Lara, I lack the skill and foresight to capture any good shots.   

He has a very nice demeanor, happy, smiles, lots of emoting from the eyebrows.

There is a very nice soft skylight  to work under,  just to think, how to accomplish, this task.

I'd really like to get a good shot.    In focus, nice composition, grand expression.

Cheers, dl.

secret garden

my friends yesterday were running a bit late for our meet up to ride.  I went for a pre-ride ride to pass the time.    The 1927 Secret Garden is beside and a little strolling trail behind, the Strawberry Mansion.  Beautiful, quiet, cept for all the little critters and a bunch of birds chirping.

on to "A Life Beyond Limits"
Very well written, insightful.  I am always amazed by, that,  successful people are so much more than just the simple label, like "photographer" that I place on them.
complex, humanistic,
a good read,  went through 50 pages my first sitting.

cheers, dl.

http://www.historicstrawberrymansion.org/

jazz

Dirt Riders

I sat on a stump,  with a cup of coffee.  Chatting with a couple of the young neighborhood kids. 

Not saying much.  Just sitting, lots going on.  Planting and cleaning.  Opening of the pumptrack. 

I left and went for a long easy road ride.

I swung by on my way home.   Put my foot up on the fence.   Looking in.

There was a cue,  long one, of young kids, to get onto the small track. 

and dudes, were riding the big track. 

A lady, leaned on the fence, and just talked. 

I did 3 visits to help a bit at the track.

This track, its real nice, why?  Its philly.   Just made by hard work, soulfulness, laughing a bit.

and fucking wiping it out,  kicking ass. 

I toiled just a wee bit, many toiled way more, moving dirt, stone. 

and it was just built, to ride, just to ride. 

and the kids, worked, and then ride. 

Kenn was there every time I came by.  He's got his head on straight enough,  relaxed, but firm in direction.

It all came done, dressed in the last couple of days, and became a place. 

This bit of unwanted land, the cities, dumped on, hidden.

It is a little mecca. 

Just taking some beat up land and making it a place to ride. 

I think what makes the track was the kids that came to it.  to ride

great job Kenn, and all others,  Really well done. 

best regards, dlowe. 

thats me, far on the right, with the blue cap.