abandoned 3

abandoned 3

This is what I find when I bike 25 miles west from home. It is a favorite destination. If you want to know more about it you can read the back story here.

abandoned 2

abandoned 2

I took my first ride to this location last week, but the weather has not been friendly since. I would love to get inside this building and take some pictures!

sky feathers

sky feathers

Spring is in a titanic struggle with Winter…cold days, then a warm day, then back to cold. This was taken on a cool day on my way back from a long ride. You can do it Spring!

bridge 2

bridge 2

Here is another shot of a bridge that I like hiking to. I would like to climb the stair to the right of that tower. Let’s go!

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seaside3

and so i decided to run along the shore of my life

all the shells are still there

scattered shattered memories washed by the sea

wind and sand, salt and sun, time and rain

the ocean sings the waves dance

it has always been the way of grace

love is here

i am grateful

for all the love that is here

 

field museum ceiling

field museum ceiling

Something a little bit different for me as I tend to gravitate towards landscapes. This is what you see when you look up in the beautiful Field Museum in Chicago.

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w

Another perspective on my favorite bridge.

cross the bridge

5 mile bridge again

cross the bridge

or stay right here

i’m scared

i’m not so sure

if I can

cross the bridge

i’m okay

right here

right now

what if

i mean

what if

i cross

the bridge

take my hand

lets go

 

 

 

beverages ice cream snacks

beverages ice cream snacks

Well…. maybe not serving these today  🙂  Jones Beach, New York.

seaside4

seaside4

Back to my favorite beach: Jones Beach, NY. For me, the nature of the shore brings a welcomed reminder of my smallness…. a sense of wonder… a sense of story…. it’s funny that I really don’t have a desire to be on the sea… but taking a walk along the shore…the music of the waves…the sea gull choirs… the refrain of the ocean advancing and retreating as my feet are swallowed up by the sand… salty air you can taste… and memories… clinging to my dad as a child while he fearlessly carried me into – what was for me – the great deep ocean…i was terrified and overjoyed all at once…. or watching my dad effortlessly float on his back as he sailed away… my mom breaking out delicious food and making sure we had sunscreen… lots of sunscreen!….. hope you are having a great weekend…