
After days of rain the clear dawn promised a quiet ride. I left early to give myself time to wander through the countryside before the ride transformed into the commute to work. Air cool with remnants of fog burning away in the morning sun. My Vespa moves smoothly over the empty roads that move along the floor of Brush Valley. I find these rides quiet my thoughts and help me engage the day. I feel the changing flows of air, some warm, some cool as I ride. The fragrance of wet plants and moist soil fills my head. These moments are distilled to the graceful movement of the scooter and I as we move over the road.
I stopped to make this photograph when I saw the sunlight in my rear view mirror. I’m grateful to recognize these moments and I doubt I would see them in a car. I am exposed to the world on the Vespa.
Riding has a utilitarian function in my life. On mornings like this it reaches far beyond transportation or recreation to something sublime.




