Thursday, May 03, 2007

day

a friend of mine, andy burr (www.andrewburr.com), met me in morocco. he leapfrogged me in his car and did what he does which is take pictures. and i did what i do which is ride my bike.

you may have to look hard to find me.

what follows is a day of my life.


a breakfast of words





water for the day from a bucket made of old truck tires




i'm such a fruit





a quick boulder session



perfect, looks like no wind





ok, on to what i know best: my 3 wheels



these shepherds know peace. sometimes i know peace. sometimes i don't.


a break

i am there

steady as she goes...

good ol' dirt

into a village

an invitation for dates and sour milk and flies



a wave exchange



hugging the curves



pardon me



famous moroccan rugs


around and down


emerging from the black hills



snack


into the gorge



water in the desert...


...and castles in the desert




riding in an escher


ever onwards...to nowhere


i think i'm here. but does it matter?




a mosque in every town, no matter how remote. a hIrSch in almost every town too. but please don't pray to me (though i'd do my best if you did...).



hold me

with a camera clicking on me all day, i felt the need to do something cool, hence the peace sign, which, as it turned out, was lame




rocking on






green carpets of irrigated desert


my temple is the open road




if you need a hero, look no further




i am a shadow, which means a cloud could kill me


good night moon...

...and goodnight to you, too.