Cycled to work today. It takes me about half-an-hour, but my favorite part is the final 10 minutes through open fields and farmland. Parts of the track wending through the grass are little more than a few inches wide, punctuated by puddles and bumps. In the summer, overgrown weeds along the edge of the track often arch onto it with their heavy straight shoots, making it almost impossible to not brush along them with your trouser pants. It takes all one’s attention and some slick maneuvering of the handlebar to avoid being splattered or thrown off, but the effort is richly rewarded by the visual spectacle, and the bracing air. I usually hurry along at a brisk speed, driven by my phobia of buzzing things flitting across my path. However, on my way back from work today, I was tempted to get off my bike and snap a couple of quick pics on my camera-phone along the way, including the one below, taken here.
“Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back” – The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
Notes to Self 
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