Pondero Un-Cropped?

I can relate to the introductory and insightful comments made by Jon Grinder in his Two Wheels blog post, titled “Feedback”, from November 14, 2010. Since reading it, I’ve been thinking further about a blog author’s motivation and his desire to connect with other like-minded enthusiasts. Especially, when those so enthused are rare in the local geography.
Believing I have a pretty good sense about what I’m trying to do with this patch of blog prairie, I wondered how much my blog-land friends, many of whom I’m unlikely to meet in person, are like me. And as I wondered, a few questions came to mind.
As bloggers, how much of ourselves do we really present to the world? Like photos cropped to omit signs, a passing car, or roadside litter to present a more attractive visual image, do our words present an over-idealistic version of ourselves to others?
If we chose words that were a more complete picture of our true identity, would anyone read or provide the “feedback” to which Jon refers? Likewise, because some of us have chosen to spend most of our blog efforts somehow related to the bicycle, do non-bike-geek readers think of us as one-dimensional?
I’ll confess that I’ve wondered if my blog friends met me, and knew my multi-dimensional self, whether there would be disappointment. So how about a totally un-cropped, un-photoshoped view of Pondero? Nah, I think not.
But if I were to widen the field of view just a bit, I’d want you to understand one thing. This blog is recreational for me. The minimal creative work of taking a few snapshots, and writing a few sentences, is mentally refreshing. The time on the bike is physically and mentally refreshing. Blogging about the bicycle outing, and presenting it just the way I like it, is like ordering the value meal combo.
Meanwhile, the more important substance of life, the reality rather than the escape, is the stuff…perhaps too often…lying on the edit room floor.
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Rolling with Circumstances

Sometime on Thursday, the S24O idea was born. The idea was nourished and fed throughout the day. By bedtime, although there had been no packing done, the idea had matured into a full-grown plan. So before breakfast on Friday, there began a gathering little things that would be needed, in case an early departure from work was feasible. But another great plan was sabotaged. There was no getting away early. In fact, it became clear that it would be a work-filled weekend.
But there are ways to roll with the circumstances. How about an example?
Another idea was born. Perhaps the very best part of an S24O could be salvaged. The best part of the S24O, of course, is also the best part of any normal day; breakfast time. The early part of the day, the food, the coffee, and a renewed hope for a clean, fresh start! Well…at least the coffee.
“Perhaps”, the idea screamed in obvious desperation, “it is time for another Micro-Tour!”
And so it was.
A man has got to roll with his circumstances. He’s got to be flexible, nimble on his feet, and quick thinking. If he can develop a certain level of proficiency in this area, he can become a master of the micro-tour.
Any questions?

Season’s Sought Out Rewards

Continuing the theme of my last post, I realized that time is limited.
The rewards I seek will not be around much longer.
So as I am prone to do, I pushed off into the chilly early morning.
And as mentioned yesterday,
I didn’t find entire hillsides of glowing yellow, orange, or red.
But I did noodle around a few spots I thought might look pretty nice
in the morning sun about this time of year.
And some of them pleased me greatly.
It was a mighty satisfactory outing, and I am a fortunate man.

Autumn More Subtle

In Denton County, Texas, autumn’s stunning beauty doesn’t slap us in the face. Instead, it is something more subtle. Unlike our neighbors to the north who can’t avoid ubiquitous forest-on-fire views, we enjoy the season’s rewards when we seek them.

There are pockets of glory for those who put themselves in the proper place, and who are aware. Just like one will miss the magic of sunrise while caressing his pillow, we might lament our geography if we aren’t outdoors, moving slowly enough, and watchful.
The irony, of course, is the lofty value of that which must be pursued. There is celebration when we find, as it were, “rare” beauty. We are proud of the investment made, and like the hunter, our skill in tracking prey.
So the volume of bright colors in Denton County might not compare to some places, but we treasure what we find. And what we find when we slow our pace, compels our hearts to love our place.