A ride seems so simple, just roll the scooter or motorcycle outside, get on, thumb the starter and go. Escape down the road with scarcely a concern for anything but the pavement passing below your feet, wind pushing against your body, and everything is perfect in the world. It should be so simple but the tyranny of responsibility, that collection of grown up chores and tasks conspire together to make the simplest pleasures seem childish, inconsiderate and selfish. At least it seems that way at the end of a long day when energy levels are low and frustration is high.
With one driver in the house last week retrieving the Vespa from Kissell Motorsports (technician Chad installed a new drive belt, rollers, pads along with a change of engine and transmission oil) was a planning adventure to beg rides, take buses and walk to various locations.
My dog Junior is a faithful teacher, ever reminding me of the power of setting any business aside and taking time to watch the sunset. Except when there is a cat nearby or food is involved, he is a remarkably relaxed creature. Taking a few minutes to do the same myself certainly helps ease the burdens of a day.
A morning photos of daughter Aleta’s Yamaha Vino scooter on its way to get it’s annual safety inspection, part of the choreographed dance that would lead on towards retrieval of the Vespa. I had forgotten how capable the Vino is on our local roads.
Examining the long shadow I cast while launching tennis balls for the dog I’m reminded of the power I do have to control what I do and don’t do. Sometimes it takes a different look at myself to figure out what’s going on.
Reflective moments during a busy week are more common for me during visits to cafes and coffee shops. And of course rides. Unfortunately this past week the scooters were unavailable and I just had a lot to do.
Piled up, one chore, one task, one appointment piled upon the next, even the Sunday morning photography discussion could damper any sparks of creative thought. Paul continues to appear with inkjet prints made during a wide range of activities and travels.
The best I could must we some quiet reflection on the images being shared and a small amount of personal berating at not yet returning to the darkroom to produce new work. Instead I remain under the thumb of chore and task. I’ve come up for air though and the rest of the week looks brighter and less clouded by grown up responsibility. Maybe I’ll even ride to work tomorrow…
