As the weather slowly, too slowly, warms it’s as if I’m emerging from a long, dark tunnel of winter, dead, listless and finding little sweetness in life.  A morning of sunshine, hell, just a few minutes of solar radiation can shift a state of mind.  Junior and I wander through these fields in the morning, a bit of exercise, a dash of exploration and a dose of meditation.  No riding involved though…

No riding as I spend more time photographing.  Here captured photographing my boots and shadow, one of hundreds of similar images that appear in my archive of work.  On this morning I was using the Leica M6.  Soon I’ll be switching to the 8×10 camera.

Most rides of late are simple errands in and around State College, Pennsylvania.  The Vespa delivered me to a Piston and Pints event at the Autoport.

A few nights ago on a search for burgers that eventually brought me to Five Guys.  A vintage BMW sat on one side of the Vespa while a Ducati departed from the other.  Riding home that night I felt the first thrill of the season of being on the road.  Air temperature warmed enough to ensure the ride wasn’t a battle against the elements…

Another night in State College — Margarita’s Pizza.  Short rides into town, if only to pick up a few pepperoni rolls and a slice of pizza, have become magical events as the weather softens.

I won’t say it’s warm yet.  This morning a brisk wind coupled with temperatures in the 30s just felt miserable as Junior and I walked through fields not far from home.  Exertion provided warmth but I’ll be happier when it’s actually warm.  Things will freeze again tonight and I’m just sick of it all…

Junior still seems impervious to the cold.  Focus on a tennis ball has a unique power.  I’ve only found them slimy to the touch and having little redeeming value.  Still, my black dog is smitten.

So there’s been a bit of scooter riding in State College, Pennsylvania but I’m looking forward to a warming trend and eventual travels farther from home…

It’s been a wild couple weeks and culminated in a dream I had last night that found me in high school taking one of those damned tests the begins “Read everything before doing anything…”.

I got a new motorcycle.

As a photographer I can’t help but select things that have some aesthetic qualities that are pleasing to my eye.  And with Scooter in the Sticks in mind I just had to have a motorcycle that would display as well as my trusty Vespa GTS 250ie.  So meet the Triumph Scrambler.

The photographer who made this picture has admirable qualities in both craft, vision and aesthetics.  The high pipe side of the bike is the obvious choice with a camera position just a bit forward to exaggerate the front tire.  Shot with the sun close to the horizon, sunrise or sunset I don’t know, but the glow of sunlight fighting through a heavy sky is lovely. Some heavy-handed work with Photoshop on the sky and the intensity of the colors but still, a fine photo.

Saw “Why We Ride” with scooter riding daughter on Sunday.  Left thinking I needed a motorcycle of my own.

And a fine motorcycle to join the Vespa in a too cluttered garage.  But more on how all this has come to be.

Can you say Lottery.  Well, I didn’t win enough to be in the news with millions but I do have a motorcycle and spinning thoughts of retiring.  Retiring right now.  Just walk out the door.

My brain is in a swirl at the moment.  To help ease the chaos I purchased a new (to me) 8×10 camera to work on a new project.  This lovely Calumet C-1 black monster…

This very camera is at home, sitting atop an aluminum tripod on a Gitzo G1570 3-way magnesium tripod head waiting for me to venture out into the world.  I figure I have a few more years of back strength before I can’t use a camera like this anymore.

I sold my last 8×10 camera in 2007.  Since then film prices have climbed.  A 25 sheet box of 8×10 black and white film costs $110.00.  One sheet of film takes 8 ounces of developer and when you factor in other chemicals and paper to make prints the cost of using this beast is dazzling.  Thank god an 8×10 contact print is magical. And the Lottery wipes away all concerns…

So, things are wild and crazy.  Nuts even.  I have my eye on a BMW and an Alpine Sunbeam.  Too much to consider.  Brain spinning.

But it’s all ok for those of you who have read everything before doing anything — like leaving a comment.  Today is April 1, 2014.  And you know what that means.  Don’t be fooled.

The stuff about the lottery and motorcycle is an April Fool’s Day fantasy.  Did see “Why We Ride”. The 8×10 camera is real though.  Currently figuring out how to haul it on the Vespa.

Always remember to read everything before doing anything.

Best wishes for a fine April Fool’s Day.

Today was the first comfortable ride of 2014.  At least that was what I was telling myself and from a purely physical perspective true — no chill or bite of frigid air, no fogged visor or numb fingers or toes.  Spring nears and the whiteness of winter fades into dirty piles.  The roads are gray with grime and grit while meltwater seeks to wipe it clean.  Despite the air temperature floating in the 50s I couldn’t find much excitement in the ride.  At one point on the way home from work I was telling myself I wouldn’t care if I ever rode again.

Gordon Harkins, friend, fellow Vespa rider, photographer, educator, and in this picture thinker.

Thinking, perhaps at the root of my lack of interest in riding today as I was turning over a number of non-riding interests in my head — a writing project that has rented a section of my brain for a long time has suddenly requested additional space.  Add to that a slow darkroom sink refinishing process in preparation for a return to photography based in chemicals and silver.  Epoxy vapors may be playing tricks on me.

It’s all Gordon’s fault.

Yesterday morning Paul Ruby (seen here with his 8×10 Sinar P view camera), Gordon and I drove out of town to make photos rather than sit at Saint’s Cafe and talk.  These expeditions were common, regular rituals at one point but have become ghosts of another life.  Standing in the decidedly more winter-like landscape at Black Moshannon State Park I could feel the embeds of photographic desire glow hot.  I heavy sense of regret swept over me as I thought of the view cameras I’ve abandoned.

Last week Kim shared a website of the work of Michael Froio, a large format photographer working on a long term project documenting the Pennsylvania Railroad.  Memories of being on the road with the big camera only added to a feeling of loss, something the Vespa could not ease or erase.

A stop on the way home as the sun was setting, a few last moments to consider the world and what the hell I’m doing in it.  At that moment, and right now as I write, my interests are far from the road.  In two days the epoxy in the darkroom will be cured and ready for one last coat of the nasty stuff.  A dozen rolls of film await processing and fresh paper and chemistry have arrived from B&H Photo.

Can’t be sure what happens next…