I just talked to my buddy about birth photography being one of the best ideas in the world. He said that if my slideshow would include a soundtrack like this, he wants me to be his birth photographer. I told him to ask his lady first. I kinda think she'd like to get a word in.
Although I like studying for my exams (yes, I do) I'd much rather be at Fort William at the moment. Rooting for Steve Peat. Take a look at Scott's photos, by the way.
None of us have the ability to go straight home on a Sunday morning. Beware of the clumsy group of people passing you at 5am. A thirty minute bikeride can turn into two hours of goofing around. We usually end up with some good stories.
Give credit. Take the blame. When The Cat is purring on my belly I tend to find answers to things that have been bugging me. And they're usually very simple. Like this one. Give credit. Take the blame. It's as easy as that.
Found a pigeon wing on my way home from a long bikeride. I really don't know why I brought it home, but it's in my freezer now. I couldn't leave it on the sidewalk. I think it's pretty.
I don't know if we're gonna fix this bike ramp or just take the materials. We're building a treehouse nearby. Nothing sweeter than having a place to cool down after a couple of hours of downhill biking. Except maybe building a treehouse with your buddies. We feel like we're 13 again. We smile like we're 13 again. This summer will be a great mixture of serious work and childish play.