Routine and repetition — another Sunday morning ride on the Vespa to Saint’s Cafe to meet Paul and Gordon. The snow has vanished amidst a 60 degree December heat meaning more days to ride. Even though winter is decidedly not considered motorcycle riding weather the reality is that most days through the year are rideable.
But who cares…
Hints of Christmas are everywhere but still something is missing. Not feeling the magic at the moment but there is still time.
Each encounter at Saint’s Cafe has a unique flavor. This week the discussion, in part, focused on The Death of Photography. Sitting here now I realize I don’t care if photography is alive or dead.
This picture of my food, or rather the detritus of my breakfast, indicates that photography truly is dead.
Oh well…


















