Posts tagged ‘clouds’
grey-ness
We’ve been flirting with rain. The wintertime landscape is clouds and pale light, the grey skeletons of trees, the dull gold of winter fields. Today the temperatures dropped, and it finally feels a little bit like winter.
It must be the light on days like these, but I love riding home in the late afternoon in the fading grey-ness. It is windless and silent. And I feel like I have fallen into some vintage photo, the colors are so subdued – grey, buff, steel blue and hints of ivory and amber. Almost monochrome. (With the exception of my very red, red bicycle, of course.)
My “good” cameras have been left at home on these rain-risk days … for now, just some of the iPhone snaps.
utilitaire 5.12
After giving myself a few days off – no biking, swimming or much of anything else – I got back out today, thankfully feeling more like myself. I rarely get sick, or injured, and typically try to push through it if I can. But taking a few days to rest and lay back was a good thing, I think; I feel so much better than I did on Friday.
It was raining all morning, but the clouds began to break up shortly after noon, so I decided to make a grocery run – #5 on my Ultilitaire control card. Two bags of groceries, a gallon of milk, a quiet ride through dripping trees, cows in damp fields, and the smell of springtime in the air. Zig-zagging a route on back roads and out of traffic, feeling my legs again after several days off of the pedals. Mileage guestimate: 7 miles. Daffodils emerging: gazillions.
yin & yang storm clouds
back roads home
daffodils
#330daysofbiking Day 111: gifts
"And after the storm..." ~ Mumford & Sons
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart …
“After The Storm” ~ Mumford & Sons
Some days there is not much to say, or show. There are days when it is work to find a picture, find words. And then there are days when the pictures are simply given. Like a gift. And today was one of those days.
Sometimes while riding, the sky and the landscape is so expansive, so prodigious, I cannot help feeling like some tiny speck, like a bit of dust, lost in the middle of it all. And I look up…
It’s overwhelming. I can never capture the sensation (words, photos or otherwise) – it’s a feeling of just, well … incredible smallness (?). It defies reproduction; photos cannot capture it. The limitless sky, the clouds, the horizon, the winding line of the road … and a very tiny speck of me (us) on our bikes.
At the end of the day, the gift was being there. Under the sky, against the horizon. With grace in our hearts. The smallest specks.
#330daysofbiking Day 79: inside
inside ... old barn
The Patient is recovering nicely. Spent most of the day inside, laundry super fun times. Got outside this evening and took a peaceful road rode, stopping to poke around inside one of my favorite old barns in the neighborhood – I can never seem to resist this place. Had to go in and look around.
The heat and humidity have been smothering. I’ve given up trying to ride mid-day; it’s either get out early in the morning, or wait until evening. Feeling like some sort of insect that crawls under a rock during the heat of the day.
Today I rode in the evening; I love the light, the still air, the crickets. Inside the barn it was cool and filled with that musty smell of old hay. Cobwebs and a pile of animal bones in the corner. Kind of creepy, but fascinating and wonderful at the same time.
The heat of the day always brings sky drama, clouds, the flicker of lightening inside them. Maybe it will rain?
conversations with holsteins (day 31) ;)
drooling over my camera (literally) 😉
And just when you thought I was all done …….
Apparently out of habit I had to ride today. A little bit rainy, but again – there were rewards. Some great conversations with Holsteins along the way. Nice little ride before all of the bad weather moves in. I don’t know why I have such a fascination with these cows, but they are so sweet and gentle, I just can’t help myself.
up close and personal
the Cow Chronicles continue ... Day 31
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