All Hallows Ride

Wetlands Conservatory
Originally uploaded by Unknown species

So there it was the day before Halloween and I managed to get in one more ride. Back in August I thought the season was over yet September proved me wrong. I’m not about to declare this the final ride just yet. The forecast for my next day off is looking good so far. As long as there isn’t any snow and the temps are above zero I intend to try. What really struck me this week was how quiet it was by the wetlands conservatory. All the songbirds have long since flown south. Even the insects are gone. There was a skim of ice on what little water remained in the canal. The geese on the other hand numbered in the thousands. The field just off the bike path was a seething mass of black and gray. As always I managed to find things to take pictures of. The sky was all pastels and weird cloud formations in the background made for some interesting photos.

It has been almost exactly a year since I began this blog. Okay, so my motivations for starting it up were a bit flawed, it has still been a worthwhile venture if only for the practice it gives me at writing. As well, it’s a place to show off my best shots from my cycling adventures. Every now and then I take up the soapbox and use this space to rant. All in all it's been one hell of a year yet here I am, still kicking.

There was a definite sparcity of wildlife to be found out there this week. Where late the sweet birds sang there was onlu silence. There were geese by the thousands and even a sizable flock of swans but little else. The only patch of green left is the golf course and even they have taken to covering up the greens with plastic tarps.

A magnificent desolation was how Buzz Aldrin described the lunar surface. It wasn't quite desolation out there but it certainly had a different feel than it did back in August or even September. The temperature barely crept up to ten Celsius and the sky was overcast.

Still, for this late in October I wasn't complaining--the very fact that I could and did get out there was enough. I have fallen in love with cycling all over again this year as well as photography. Thankfully the two seem to have worked rather well together for me.

The so-called Vanishing Point is where parallel lines meet at the horizon. It is also the place where I reside, on the edge of the known in a state of confusion. The world confuses, amazes and most of all astounds me with its beauty yet is only a tiny speck awash in an infinite sea of stars and planets.