Just down the road from my home, I sometimes stop at the Boalsburg Military Museum to make a photograph of the scooter. I’m not sure why but suspect it’s often a time where I contemplate where I might be going that day. A kind of riding ritual connected that lets me consider options that factor in time, weather and how I’m feeling.
On this morning last weekend I was thinking about the fog I could see in the distance and the appointment I had with my friend Paul Ruby at Saint’s Cafe in State College, Pennsylvania. Conflicting assignments. The desire to ride through fog is always strong, but so are the get together’s at Saint’s to look at and talk about photography. Some quick calculations suggested I may be able to touch both.Continue Reading