Driving back to my parent’s farm is always a test on my ability to see. Not sight, more the art of seeing. A person can walk or drive the same route everyday for 10 years but never notice a pine tree in the midst of a forest of maples. Never notice a sunset cresting over a hill, until she takes the time to notice it.
I am practicing the art of observation, there lies more inspiration than any blog on the internet.
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// one of the greatest rewards of riding a bike.
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where is this!?
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