Independence

Old shots I never published,

I have deactivated my facebook, not that anyone cares.

Today I rode my bike out to the Buttes with my Nikon N65 and took pictures at will.

It felt so good to be on my bike,

My iPod, a camera, and creation; the cure for everything.

I felt a little silly when people drove by, me on my white beach cruiser riding along the orchard paved back roads, but I was content.

And who cares what people think?

We are each responsible for our own decisions, and if I feel like riding my cute bike where only mountain bikes have ventured before, I am going to damn well stand by my choice.

Even if I get a flat.

Why?

Because I am me.

And I ride my bike out of the city limits to take pictures of things I find pretty.

I am feral.

Enough of my ranting...

I will bring my DSLR next time so I have proof of my excursion.

Until Thursday (when we start the Dark Room) I will not know if my venture was a success.

Thoughts;

I have to babysit.

I don't want to eat, but I am hungry.

I want to live a simple life.

There will always be someone better than you, even when you're the best.