Impromptu ride report
12-31-06 | 04:37 PM
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Impromptu ride report
It was just another weekend. Well, except that tomorrow's new years day. I cycled to the downtown bookstore to get something to chew on. On the way back, I passed this structure and immediately stopped to take a pic of it:
Up ahead was a left turn. I could've went straight and be at my desk chewing on some books but I decided to take the long way home and enjoy the ride. I passed this row of apartments...
Reminds me of Scandinavian architecture. Right across the street were these:
Hand prints lining along the fence up to the garage door. Right in front of it was a plastic hockey goal post and inside it, a baby trailer. I'd imagine this family get along really well and have lots of fun together. Soon, I entered a park I thought I've never been before, until I got here:
Which reminded me that I have been here, only on another side of it. It was pretty peaceful - not a ding of sound except flowing water. It was really serene, actually. The stream flows under a railway bridge:
I was wearing rosy glasses (literally) and the other end of the tunnel looked intriguing. I took a closer look:
It's as if the other end was pure fantasy land. No diseases, no war, no pollution; if only I was brave enough to cross it. But it was time to come back down to reality and examine my position:
Yes, I was standing on two rocks in ice cold water, wearing none other than cycling shoes which soles offer little to no grip on rocks. Plus, I believe I was balancing on the cleats, which of course with their smooth surfaces will slip on rocks like banana peels on... anything. But anyway, I'm taking this opportunity to thank my camera's OIS. It was too precarious a position to keep still, even though I was kneeling on my right knee on a rock.
Many little things reside in this little stream, it's just a matter of judicious cropping. Consider...
Think of all the adventures if you were an inch tall person! Anyway, it was time to emerge out of the valley and come to this:
Oh yeah, now I'm on Mars, where terraforming kinda failed. On the way back, I savoured some sand on a Parisian see-saw seat:
Up ahead was a left turn. I could've went straight and be at my desk chewing on some books but I decided to take the long way home and enjoy the ride. I passed this row of apartments...
Reminds me of Scandinavian architecture. Right across the street were these:
Hand prints lining along the fence up to the garage door. Right in front of it was a plastic hockey goal post and inside it, a baby trailer. I'd imagine this family get along really well and have lots of fun together. Soon, I entered a park I thought I've never been before, until I got here:
Which reminded me that I have been here, only on another side of it. It was pretty peaceful - not a ding of sound except flowing water. It was really serene, actually. The stream flows under a railway bridge:
I was wearing rosy glasses (literally) and the other end of the tunnel looked intriguing. I took a closer look:
It's as if the other end was pure fantasy land. No diseases, no war, no pollution; if only I was brave enough to cross it. But it was time to come back down to reality and examine my position:
Yes, I was standing on two rocks in ice cold water, wearing none other than cycling shoes which soles offer little to no grip on rocks. Plus, I believe I was balancing on the cleats, which of course with their smooth surfaces will slip on rocks like banana peels on... anything. But anyway, I'm taking this opportunity to thank my camera's OIS. It was too precarious a position to keep still, even though I was kneeling on my right knee on a rock.
Many little things reside in this little stream, it's just a matter of judicious cropping. Consider...
Think of all the adventures if you were an inch tall person! Anyway, it was time to emerge out of the valley and come to this:
Oh yeah, now I'm on Mars, where terraforming kinda failed. On the way back, I savoured some sand on a Parisian see-saw seat:
