Haven’t posted in a few days. Made it to Washington D.C, and have been exploring the city for a bit. My hand is hurt and I have to force it open some mornings. As one of my favorite authors would say, so it goes.
I feel like I’ve been at this longer than I have. It’s so strange to count every day in so lovingly a manner, as to appreciate its very nature and being. Each minute seems a gift and each vista an examination of myself and my strength. In general cyclist ideals, I’ve actually been going pretty slowly… but as a human and as an artist I am grateful for the slow changing scenery.
Blah blah blah anyway here’s me with my buddy Abe. I’m the dirty one.