I prefer winter and fall, when you can feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.
|View from Del Valle this morning...|
|Brad descending into the fog...|
I also prefer winter and fall riding, with full-length leg warmers, toe-covers, long fingered gloves and wind vests, when you can feel the rain on your face and taste the gritty mud in your teeth. Something about this reminds me that I am climbing, breathing, moving, descending - living.
Tomorrow is winter solstice, the shortest, darkest day of the year. From there on out, it all brightens and lengthens...