Monday, April 21, 2014

Easter Sunday 2014

A wonderful day for a hike in the woods. Last weekend it was nearly all gray. This weekend still lots of gray, but some green and the red bud are blooming.

After we got back from Castlewood I took the Red Fox for 90min ride. When I got home the sun wasn't in sunset mode, but was certainly fixing to.

This moth decided to pose for me. It was good to get a picture of a moth or butterfly somewhere other than in my grill. And yes, still no new windscreen.

Sunday, April 20, 2014


Reminded once again:
Matters I thought grave
are released 
in finding

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Winter Is Over

Saturday Heather and I hiked at Rockwood Reservation.
White amid the tangle.

Room with a view. I suspect unoccupied.

Unlike in the City, there were very few trees in bloom or budding.

Still. The big rocks witness another coming Spring.
It was a comfortable 82F/28C as we hiked our 5.5mi/8.8km. Tomorrow night the forecast is for a low of 30F/-1C, yet none of us are fooled. Winter is over.

Monday, January 6, 2014

Day Two

The temperatures rose to above 0F/-18C and my temperature seemed still normal so armed with my favorite weapons against snow I ventured forth.

A norse shovel (made in China) and a Japanese Suburito (also made in China)

The enemy really wasn't all that much, I have faced worse.

I made short work of this. The snow was fluffy and light.

Actually, I semi-cleaned off two other cars before I was done. Now, I'm back to drinking lots of fluid, resting, and staying warm and cozy.

And what of the snow goddess?

I love her hat!

She made short work of clearing a path from the garage to the alley. And then, having freed her red chariot she went into work.

I found out a little while ago the Courts are closed again tomorrow. I am grateful. It will give me another day to rest up and get ahead of the curve on this pesky virus.

Heaven knows I could use lots and lots of beauty sleep.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Real Winter

And so it begins.

It started later than predicted, but once it got here it began to dump the snow.

Since the temperature was still 23F/-5C and the predicted wind hadn't yet manifested itself, we decided to walk over and see if the Cafe was open.

There wasn't much traffic moving.

We had the place pretty much to ourselves. Not long after we arrived word came the Starbucks across the street had closed for the day. While we were there a few more folks came in, but I suspect it won't be long before they close it up too.

The snow plows were out on the snow routes. The City doesn't plow the side streets. This makes for quite the adventure whenever there is snow. I moved here in December of 1987 and this may turn into the biggest snow event I've experienced since I've been here. It may be awhile before I can get out of my street.

I considered taking the Symba out into the alley and to play a little, but just after we got home the wind came up. Listening to its howl gave in the idea it might just be best to hunker down.

Yes, like Steve I decided it was a good day to spend in the company of a trusted friend.

The projection for total snow accumulation continue to go up and the projected high temperature for tomorrow continues to go down. Right now the forecast is -4F/-20C with a windchills as low as -33F/-36C. This is not the type of weather people are accustomed to in this area. I've been hearing the sirens from emergency vehicles way too often this morning. Folk here, while they panic at the slightest forecast of snow, don't really have an appreciation for how dangerous Real Winter can be. I grew up with it and still at times miss it, but I know it can be a killer. The good news it is snow and not ice. Those with heat will have heat.

There is a man who literally lives on the street behind the Courthouse I work in. He is no bother. He is in his own world carrying on a running conversation with those unseen. People watch out for him and I suspect he's been "picked up" and will be where it is warm, but there are others. So many people at risk when the weather goes cold. I hope and pray there are none who end up giving a gruesome twist to the old tag Episcopalians used to be given, "God's Frozen Chosen."

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Christmas Eve 2013

When I'm riding the most wonderful things come to mind. I compose amazing and possibly insightful prose, but then I get home. My "Riding Mind" becomes Cinderella  and the marvelous spell cast by two wheels unravels. By the time I can sit myself down at the computer I'm lucky to have one slipper. It is much like trying to remember a dream. I can almost, but not quite. It is very frustrating.

Today I saw a couple of those "Happy Birthday, Jesus," signs planted in folk's yards. I cannot tell you how much I dislike those signs. Hello! We don't know when Jesus was born. Christians didn't really need to celebrate his birthday until it became important to confirm his humanity after much time emphasizing his divinity. "Yes," Christmas says, "Rejoice, Jesus was born. He is truly human." And what better time to affirm this great joy then when the light is once more overcoming the darkness.

As I was pondering this, my "Riding Mind" was remembering the Jerusalem Talmud saying the Messiah would be born on Tisha B'Av, the Ninth Day of the Jewish month of Av, which usually falls sometime between late July and early August. On Tisha B'Av both the First Temple and the Second Temple were destroyed. On Tisha B'Av, in 1290, the Jews were expelled from England. On Tisha B'Av in 1492, the Jews were expelled from Spain. Tisha B'Av has become the day when all the tragedies experienced by the Jewish People coalesce into a profound sadness. Here the Messiah doesn't come bringing light into the darkness, but rather hope into the sadness.

During the past week a friend died. It was the end of a long and truly heroic struggle against the darkness of a number of ailments. Another friend's mother suffered a stroke. Another friend is in the midst of a long standing custody battle which once again turned for the worse. Another friend's sister chose to end her life. Darkness and sadness.

My "Riding Mind" embraced all this, knew all this, and could explain how both Christmas and Tisha B'Av point us to the really big truth: The two times we are most profoundly open to the Holy are at times of great joy and at times of deep sadness. Of the two, sadness seems the more well worn path. Personally, I'm not sure joy has every opened me up to experience Life at its most profoundest. I know sadness has. The Holy has entered my life on the wings of healing. I'm still waiting to encounter the Whirling Wonder through joy.

My "Riding Mind" was overflowing with wonderful things to say to support my friends in their struggles and griefs. Then the ride ended and clarity slipped away. It always seems to.

Friday, December 20, 2013

For the Birds

Isabelle, my Kymco People 250S, hadn't been out of the garage since before Thanksgiving Day. That is too long. I took a vacation day from work and the weather was incredible. I wrote some about the ride over at Did He Ride Today?

There was a definite bird theme happening on my ride.

First I spied this beauty.

Then later,

there was this really neat wind vane.

And last, but not least...

Have a Holly Jolly Flamingo-mas!