Illustrator, Adventurer by Bike, Renaissance Man
It seems that the local squirrels and I have been competing in frequent staring contests. They usually win the “not blinking part” but I always win the “not scampering away in fear for life” contest. Except that one time the squirrel pulled a nice and threatened to cut me. I think that’s what he said. I’m a little rusty on squirrel dialect.
I really love having a garden in front of our house rather than a huge lawn. It’s so much more interesting to gaze at the iridescence of an iris rather than the sea of green stubby-bladed grasses full of weeds.
It’s not often you can see this bridge so clearly from over 3 miles away while standing on an extinct volcano cinder cone. It’s a neat bridge.
We spent our Saturday riding the mountain bike trails at Alsea Falls just Southwest of Corvallis. The weather, trails, and flow were all perfect.
Morning coffee in the park, talking about bikes, admiring bikes, eating donuts, and taking photos of bikes. Because bikes.
Oh Barry. You are cartoon dogs of this century personified. THAT. UNDERBITE.
He was a little shy, but I WILL make him my bestest friend ever.
I don’t know what a “sloak” is, but I am getting my Salsa Timberjack ready for summer adventures.
Tool time!
Just getting groceries.
Oh, Alaska Air, you’ve taken us to such grand adventures in Alaska and Hawaii.
It was a nice treat to have good light and a high enough shutter to practically freeze the props on this plain.
Movie theatre, church, or video game?
Good morning Portland. Starting my day off right with other bike nerds, coffee, and donuts in some rare Portland sun.