This old woman spends her days sweeping a temple in Kampong Cham, Cambodia.
Some might pitty her.
Don’t.
We gaze at the same stars.
This old woman spends her days sweeping a temple in Kampong Cham, Cambodia.
Some might pitty her.
Don’t.
We gaze at the same stars.
Just another spring day in Tucson. We rode our usual mid day 24 mile bike ride to Saguaro National Park, around the one way loop road, and back. After two days of unusual cool rain, the day was in the mid 80’s and the usual bright sun.
After a wet El Nino winter, the annual brittlebush and ocotillo are blooming strong, with other cactus just beginning a two month bloom.
I wrote from Bangkok that it was a Shangri-la of major cities, and despite a few inconveniences now and then, I stand by that assessment. It is a great place to get a taste of Asia without getting too far out of your comfort zone, a place from which to launch more adventurous forays into the most important continent in the coming century.
Claire shot this from her Big Wheel during the Urban Assault Ride in Tucson. This was my VERY FIRST ride on a Big Wheel! I was born too early. I loved it! We rode it as a team and didn’t win. Ha!
This is not the Buddha. The complexity of religious imagery in Southeast Asia is staggering to the Western mind. As we meandered the region at twelve miles per hour on our tandem bicycle, we saw so many depictions of religious beings that we will be years sorting them all out, if we ever manage the task.
A group of Tucson cycling friends rode a loop from Patagonia to the U.S. Mexico border and back to Patagonia recently. The loop is 50 miles, about 40 of it on dirt roads. It takes in mining ghost towns nestled in oak covered hills, and a broad expanse of high grassland ranches.
Life is measured best not by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away..