The last couple of Sunday afternoons I've gone for a ride on two wheels, something that's fast becoming a habit. Here are a couple of quick observations from today.
A bicycle ride is unlike driving a car or walking in that you can cover a fair amount of ground without either missing details or tuning out because it takes a long time to get anywhere. Today's ride took me to the Ridgecrest area, and included a small amount of rain and a good breeze. I took a small amount of photos (linked here: http://picasaweb.google.com/JoeCardillo1/SundayNafternoonRidesRidge...
) but mostly just cruised around the area.
One of the things I thought about was how people become attached to a place. I don't take a lot of photos normally, and I didn't really snap a whole lot here either. For me the idea of a place that catches your imagination is the memory that you create, and that's something you're almost better off not having a photo of -- because often the photo ends up capturing only a basic blueprint of the moment.
Also, I noticed that a couple of moments I enjoyed most were the more ordinary on the ride. I think this is the definition of hometown to me, when the ordinary holds a kind of secret joy that you recognize. Maybe this is what true love is like, where you know the turns and bumps of a lover's skin and each time the same thrill pushes your heart upwards. But let's not get too philosophical. The ride was relaxing and that's what you hope for.