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.