At Sundance Drive there were two antique cars parked in front of a garage, an old Plymouth and another old car with a name I didn't recognize-- a Graham. The picture of the Plymouth strangely did not appear on the camera's memory disc so it is lost. But the other one is posted below. Perhaps the next time I walk that route I will snap another shot of the Plymouth.
A few days ago, on a whim, I took an experimental ride on JoAnn's bicycle and surprised myself that I managed as well as I did. It had been more than fifty years since I'd ridden one. With some serious practice, a whole new mode of transportation could be opening up for me.
Another day, while we were out for an evening walk along a desert path Mike noticed a cactus bedecked with flowers of a color he'd never seen on a cactus before. I took a picture of it but the web-colors do not accurately reproduce the richness of the strangely lavender-hued pinks. The flowers were quite beautiful.
A cynic is a man who,
when he smells flowers,
looks around for a coffin
--H.L. Mencken
Bicycles, automobiles, a pair of human legs and feet; it's all the same to me: Movement. The curious among us cannot sit around and wait for the world to present herself to us. Instead, we seek, we watch and we reflect.
ReplyDeleteIt feels good to see you back in gear, my friend. If you pursue the bicycle habit, I'd love to read about your adventures by way of pedaling.
Mundane? Yes, of course. What artist hasn't transformed the ordinary into the extraordinary?