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caught

Riding by the old cemetery, I stop to look.  I love the quiet.  Stillness is broken by a rumble of thunder, wind stirs the branches.  A drop of rain.

Then, deluge.

Sometimes you just get caught in it.  And despite the soaking, it is all ok.

milestones and gravestones

 

 

365 days of ShutterCal ... it (nearly) killed me, lol 😉

 

Today marks a bit milestone for me – I have just completed Day 365 of my 365-photo project on ShutterCal.  For anyone not familiar, it basically involves shooting and uploading one photo a day for an entire year … much more challenging than you could ever imagine, trust me.  (OK, well, for me anyway …).

Long before I started #30daysofbiking and #330daysofbiking, I started this little goal-setting photo project.  And while I really don’t understand what compells me to do this kind of stuff (???!), because it often drives me (and my family) crazy, I have to admit that I ultimately manage to take away so much more than I contribute.  I guess that is the answer to the previous question?

Contemplating this 365-day photo odyssey, I can say that ShutterCal …

  • taught me what all of the buttons on my DSLR do, and how to use them (somewhat competently, anyway)
  • introduced me to some incredibly talented, kind and amazing photographers – who did everything to keep me motivated, especially on the lame days
  • considerably shortened the lifespan of my camera (a good thing?)
  • made me covet “good glass” like a cyclist covets carbon fiber (or an Xtracycle ;))
  • made me crazy
  • made me look at everyday things in new ways
  • made me consider how many ways there are to shoot a bicycle (and frustrated me while trying to come up with new ways)
  • through the act of “doing”, taught me more about photography than any book, class, or workshop ever could
  • made me crazy
  • likely instilled a love-hate relationship with bicycles and old barns among most of my ShutterCal friends
  • made me use a camera even when I didn’t want to
  • introduced me to many Holsteins
  • made me crazy(er)

I am now contemplating where to go from here.  Stop or continue?  Since this has become almost habit-bordering-on-addiction, I will probably continue on for a while.  I wonder which will give out first – me, or my camera?  Lol.

Meanwhile, wishing everyone a happy and spooky Halloween … and leaving you with a few Halloween-y shots.  Boo.

 

 

the very first day of my ShutterCal adventure - Day 1: Xtracycle pumpkin (2009)

 

 

in town; some people are very talented (at creeping me out) - #330daysofbiking, Day 187

 

 

#330daysofbiking Day 192 - riding past old cemeteries; Martha Smith (1833-1907)

 

 

Xtracycle, headstones, Lensbaby ... sometime over the summer, #330daysofbiking

 

 

ShutterCal Day 341 ... the colors of the day

 

slowly

#330daysofbiking Day 118, 8/03/10 ~ LHT a la Lensbaby

Not such exciting rides over the past few days – but I expect that to be changing.  Soon.

It’s been a couple of days of errand riding, swimming, a few thunderstorms, quick spins in the evening.   On Monday, while I was out riding – to the post office, the vet, the shopping center – I was thinking about the slower pace at which I travel.  While I know that cyclists in congested cities and urban area can often travel more quickly by bike than other means, when it comes to my covering distances out here in “the sticks” … well, I am considerably slower.   It takes me longer.  Sometimes a lot longer.  And for that – I feel incredibly grateful.

I like “deliberate”.  I like that I miss that “rat race” feeling when I’m out taking care of business.  I have learned to plan, and I’m conscious about choosing an efficient path – because the energy I am spending comes from my heart, lungs and legs, rather than from the gas pump with the swipe of a credit card.   I like paying the price – because, like food, slow and intentional is infinitely more satisfying than fast and cheap.

Last night on my evening spin, I stopped to play with my Lensbaby in an old cemetery  (what can I say? I find these places fascinating).  Looking at some of the very old markers – dating back into the 1800’s – always makes me contemplate “progress”, and the change of pace our modern lives have adopted.  They travelled by horse, wagon – slowly and deliberately.  We fly around the globe in the course of day.  We are more efficient, we are faster.  Yet … I can’t help but think: all I want to do is go a little more slowly.

And so I do.

#330daysofbiking Day 118, 8/3/10 ~ looking back

#330daysofbiking Day 117, 8/02/10 ~ errands: not much faster than the Pony Express

#330daysofbiking Day 119, 8/04/10 ~ pink Schwinn Caliente (there is a story coming about this one ... to be cont'd)

#330daysofbiking Day 47: forgotten

not forgotten

I think my Xtracycle had been feeling a bit forgotten lately.  My favorite (organic, local) grocery store closed their doors last winter, and I am now forced to shop at the nasty chain store  – which is farther from home, and a more difficult ride (from a traffic/route standpoint).  My grocery runs by bicycle have been more infrequent, sadly – and less often by bicycle.  I need to figure out a way to change this.

Tonight I took my beautiful bike just out for a ride – no hauling involved.  It’s such a lovely bike to ride; a perfect fit, that smooth, comfortable ride of a steel frame.

Ended up stopping at the old Baptist cemetery nearby, once again.  Rain clouds were rolling in, and the light was eerily beautiful against the old headstones.  Some of the markers are fascinating to read.  Some are so worn and aged that they can’t even be identified.  I know I probably sound quite goofy with my fascination over old graveyards, but they always intrigue me.  Calculating the ages, trying to imagine what the world was like when the person was alive, the records of entire families.  I get caught up in the history, and I’m sometimes saddened by some of the old forgotten, broken markers.  I always tell myself that next time, I am going to bring some flowers along – for the forgotten ones.  Next time.

forgotten?

#330daysofbiking Day 38: I won (??!)

dusk and drizzle ... out with Mason in the magic

Not sure where to begin about the craziness that was today.  Spent most of the day hauling a group of kids to and from HS district tennis tournament, which ended in the rain.  My in-laws arrived for Dillon’s graduation.  And I found out, to my complete surprise, that I had actually “won” the most amazing mention by the folks at Xtracycle – and was in their blog, written by my amazing friend Rick.

Rick and I have had plenty of tweets back an forth over the past few years, lots of goofy photos on twitpic, and he and the folks at Xtracycle have always been so incredibly friendly and helpful and through all of our Xtracycle bike builds, as well as providing endless encouragement and enthusiasm over my own growth in this “bicycling lifestyle” undertaking.  I’m always grateful when he looks at my photos and visits my ramblings here … but I really had no idea I was even being considered for the #30daysofbiking Xtracycle “contest”. So the shock was on me when he contacted me to let me know how much they liked my photos and blog.  Talk about a warm fuzzy feeling in my heart!  So Rick – thanks for the honor!

Ended the fun but crazy day with a dusk ride in the drizzle with Mason – it was the only time we could get out to ride.  Once again, the unexpected proved to be magical.

As we were riding the last stretch toward home – in the dark, lights on, the rain beginning to increase – a lone car passed us, and Mason said to me, “I’ll bet they are thinking we are completely nuts.”

I replied, “Oh probably, but we’re having so much fun, aren’t we?  Or are you going to someday tell your own kids horror stories of how your crazy mother used to take you out riding in the rain and in the dark…?”

To which he said, “Are you kidding?  Of course it’s fun!  If it wasn’t, we could’ve turned around back near the start … it’s totally awesome!”

(He’s definitely his mother’s son :))

always ... cows along the way

A note on this last picture… We passed by a small Baptist cemetery on a road near home, and saw this strange light glowing among the headstones.  Was pretty freaky to see.  We stopped and investigated, and apparently it’s a small solar-powered illuminated angel.  Never knew such a thing existed.  I never would have noticed it without riding by in the dark.

eerie glowing angel in the Baptist cemetery