The connection to place, to the land, the wind, the sun, stars, the moon… it sounds romantic, but it’s true – the visceral experience of motion, of moving through time on some amazing machine – a few cars touch on it, but not too many compared to motorcycles. I always felt that any motorcycle journey was special.
I’ll be back with actual Photography 101 pictures soon, as well as The Daily Post prompts tomorrow. Today, I recuperated from the weekend. It wasn’t even that it was that busy. I just wasn’t sleeping that well at all.
And if my freaking shift key would work already instead of just when it wants to, that would be even nicer!