Hitting the city on my bike is one of my favorite things to do on a holiday. A lack of traffic and the general quiet that comes on a holiday makes for ideal riding, in my opinion. On New Year’s Day, I made my way over to the Dogpatch and found that there is an abundance of my favorite kind of beauty, the abandoned, busted kind. If it ain’t ugly, it ain’t pretty.
Hot Cash Only
Bluest sky
Tall and broken
Birds, the bay and barges
Broken windows, barbed wire
Safety Stories
Self
This metaphor…
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