I was busy over the weekend. I didn’t have time to write more of the WYBDR story. Meanwhile, the world seems to never run out of time to continue and hype the ongoing spastic madness that we use in lieu of proper and orderly elections.
It’s a shame, I wanted my happy motorcycle story to be a tiny “safe space”. Not everything has to be politics!
Since I didn’t get more text assembled, I’ll just float a few random pictures. I’ll post them now. I feel like we’re going to need every bit of “sane” we can muster. When tomorrow’s events pass from people acting stupid, to farce, to flat out embarrassing just think that the desert neither knows nor cares about politics. It might help. (Or it might not… I don’t have any special juju to solve all mental maladies. And, sorry to say, I’m just as battered as the rest of the sane populace.)
Anyway: here are a few blocks said to be worth 10,000 words. Enjoy:
It probably doesn’t show at this resolution but there were three wild horses in this photo. I got to watch them galloping around in the vastness. What a life they have!
Love the photos. I strive to leave the modern behind, out there, but my cell phone camera always travels with me.