Around the Next Bend

I’m attracted to winding roads, curves and the twisting challenges they present. While some riders strive to race through them, I find I travel slower while taking in as much detail I can. Central Pennsylvania is rich with bright yellow signs of winding roads. And it’s flush with metaphoric symbols like this tree that has toiled and endured insult and the advancement of years. I see myself at times in the gnarled growth of trees.

Sometimes. On winding roads.

Each ride, long or short, I try to look to what’s important. The messages that lay in wait.Continue Reading