The leaves continue to fall, and then to whirl around my carport, never idle. Meanwhile, my much loved bike has not moved in over a week. My camera too, has not seen much action.
How does life get in the way of things that we love?
Each morning I walk by and feel regret … but also hope … soon I will feel the wind in my face and the camera in my hand.


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