Where I'm from at 9:30 PM the pizzaria is getting ready to close. This is amazing by my understanding of the world and its pattern of being always open. I heard a friend having a wedding I'm going to help his memories last forever. Something I struggle to admit I love pictures of myself. I am upset because of an order being forgotten recently. Learning has come easy when it's about getting refunded. The weather may rain on me tomorrow, I'm going to pre ride the 30 mile single speed a palooza race course. Best of luck to all the riders on Sunday. I'm going to make sure your bothered by an armadillo in the deeps of your dreams like I was in the head of my day. The day was like any other and it just happened, it was scared creative and that armadillo.

I haven't posted much since the Wawayanda Spring Cleaning. It skipped me that blogging is important in keeping a methodical record of my life. Today if I was a better blogger I would have had more hoop invisibility contact. Meaning it was the hoop in sight however the spokes spinning swiftly seemed invisible with their opacity. I was riding rollers today on my fixed gear, which to those not cycling knowledged it was stationary. The week went by with my job of chair person in a meeting group beginning, I am new to it although it was easier by the end of the meeting. Time also got used restoring a photograph I broke in a spit of rage, I learned a lot of myself doing so. Photo restoration is a timely process, and something I can do for anyone. The Single-Speed-A-Palooza is next weekend, I am going to pre-ride the racecourse on my mountain bike. It has been raining since last Sunday and let off today. The air is brisk yet for May it is cold. Grow flowers, they're beautiful and in fashion this time of the year here in New Jersey.

We all know something to learn. It was an eventful weekend. The High Point Hill Climb and Spring Cleaning cross country race was held. I decided to stop participating in contest because the easy life is prefered. People like to complicate it, greatly. I don't appreciate it, there is no shared feeling in racing. Aside from it, it is a spectator friendly sport that I encourage all to find the time and visit. Since I photograph, I like the complex rhythm I find myself in while at these events. I really have parts in the events I don't care for. It felt good to be sober while developing some pictures. Supposing this highlight keeps me composed, I'll wreck if the past way of thinking is how to operate my facility. The camera has always gained my freedoms, I am working on it. My hate comes from underappreciation, which is unsurprising because of how terrible people treat themself. The work I make is however, I just don't share the feeling. I leave so much passion in each artwork piece, it is my output. Functionally what it needs, it'll get but it should be printed. Photography is awfully stressful, it's sometimes impossible to rub your own back numb. Sporadically it has events that are encouraging, and upon defeats from those that aren't I know my pleasure waits. In my hypercritical mindset I hope the beautiful imagery that falls off my lust list ends in the collection of the roaring times of leisure. Without me I have nothing for you to share.

I'm learning, its existence hasn't been eluding me. Knowledge has been easy coming, I'm using it. I have my display calibrating at the moment. I have my printer docked for setup. I hung some artwork in New York yesterday, I have to recollect my tools and expand my invintiry. By going to the hardware store I plan to get masonry screws, anchors, and bits. Luckily my iPhone camera is acting weird, it produces some awesome pictures. The interface is jamming though, I am more into being creative than upset! Today I just have overcast sky's, no sun screen day. Why veggies know why, I'm inside all day. The trails are wet from rain storms last night, so I'm not going out on them, or out at all yet. I'm going to get back to my friend's text as he has replied about his trip bicycling across the USA. Cheers and pears from That Armadillo

Gecco

I miss the lizards of Florida, they're so fun in the woods. Also I think it's bear season, it seems they'll be showing up. I plan on taking out the fat bike tomorrow, for some forest time. I am going into Wawayanda and going easy to moderate in my pace. I ran today 4.9 miles, 5K was uphill. Guessing I'll feel okay come morning. During my run I spat, found a feather and the rain falling up was the noise I heard according to my basic thoughts. It is more technically built, to say what I wrote however I did construct it. Criticizing my privacy is not fair, when not my entire thought was put on. Since it was a conscious string it was only enacted by the action. I much enjoyed the run, hopefully tomorrow I can ride. I am waiting on a marionette to restring.

Monkey Knife Fight

So the snow came and wimped me from trying it. The officials called the Monkey Knife Fight before beginning it. The snow began falling around the official start time, at the staging area. I am glad, it looked menacing only making me want to attempt it. I'm happily deciding on the new rig for the quivver. Something for gravel is the required thing. It's going to be amazing whatever it is. I have been riding less and plan on getting a training log. Today I did push ups, sit ups, leg lifts, and integrated some yoga. I plan to rotate stretches daily and make strength conditioning close to natural. Thanks for reading, That Armadillo

Happiness to me is not something I have, it became something I get from creating it. Art has been my creation prose often, which is coming from the cycling background. Photographing the sport and its reflection the last decade has made me literate. The struggle is real to get to apportion skill sets past one. I have many wich one includes restoration of artwork, it's been my most recent job. Leaving the pizza shop behind, never not thankful for my gracious friend who hooked me upon the job there. Looking forward to editing my thoughts and creating more art. I was cleared to gratify myself with new things, making my happiness. It isn't something I think and have and like instantaneous it exists, that kind of thought can exhaust us. One day at a time , tracing our life is going to make that contrast. We know the difference, only sometime we find that in the tire we leave behind. Monkey Knife Fight has coming and it might rain, poor us. That Armadillo