Stupid Hurts

A few of my pictures are also hosted over in a Flickr account as well for a little more exposure. Today this picture received a Best Of Magic City nod.

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Take a look at some of the other photos in that group, and you can see why I am proud of the distinction. Getting that also makes me want to get out and take increasingly better pictures.

Thanks.

So after spending all night up stressing over the quality of my work, I neglected to find out if the newspaper even ran my photos from “The Ride Of Silence.” Plus I am pretty sure that I wrote my phone number down incorrectly on the contact sheet I filled out. I also found out I missed a chance to be on the front page of the newspaper by taking “ride you bike to work day” off from work.

Actually last week kept me pretty busy. The latter part of my week was spent out at lake McMurty riding the mountain bike trails and testing out snack foods for work. Me and one of my co-workers spent several days out riding the trails, jumping creeks and bouncing off trees so we could report our findings to the trail committee. Honestly the effort kicked my ass. I remember standing in the shop on Saturday thing to myself, ” my left leg hurts and my right leg in numb.” When my co-worker walks up and ask me if I am riding, I responded, “of course.”

During the course of our trips out to the lake I have pulled upwards 15 ticks off of my legs. To make matter worse, when I unlaced my shoes I found about 6 ticks on the tongue underneath the laces. Needless to say I just left those shoes outside.

Over 60 bicyclist from Stillwater and the surrounding area came together for the annual, “Ride Of Silence.” The yearly ride serves as a silent tribute for the riders who have been involved in vehicular accidents.
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I really enjoyed myself and it was different than any other ride I have ever been on. I was a lot more aware of small things I normally miss. Usually when you get a pack of cyclist together there is a lot of chatter and cross talk, or everyone is breathing really hard ragged breaths. The silence gave me chance to look around and become a lot more aware of the people and bicycles around me.
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I also submitted photos and a short write up of the event to the Stillwater Newspress. Anyone who has ever dealt with a newspaper before knows it can be extremely impersonal and sterile. You feel like you are on trial and alone from the moment you edit your work till the point you see it in print. Here is hoping for the best.