A man out waking two tiny dogs asked me, " Is it easier to run uphill or downhill?"
He asked me this as I was running up a 7% grade.
I hope he didn't expect an answer.
I am a good hill runner but yes, uphill is always harder because of Gravity; Downhill can wreck your knees. And usually, there is another hill up ahead.
A good steep hill clears the mind.
So, yes and no, Man with 2 tiny dogs, running uphill is easier and harder.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
taking a rebel walk
My new Canon Rebel that is. Nothing like reframing the world at 7:00 am on my first free day in over a month.
The world outside is green. And many shades of green in light that changes as it rises.
Time to put the camera on a tripod and record a sunrise.
Time to track the opening of my single red tulip.
Time to record the gentle waves of the bamboo in the breeze.
The world outside is green. And many shades of green in light that changes as it rises.
Time to put the camera on a tripod and record a sunrise.
Time to track the opening of my single red tulip.
Time to record the gentle waves of the bamboo in the breeze.
Monday, April 5, 2010
that bee could be your dead aunt
Yesterday, in my recently deceased aunt's garden, I found a bumblebee swimming upside down, struggling to survive. I was cleaning out dead rose bushes, wedding, and sweeping, and enjoying life in the middle of death. The sun was pleasant, and the still Sunday afternoon calm. Just one or two cars driving by, blasting music.
So, I found a stick, and flipped over the bee, who tried to swim to the edge and failed. Finally after two attempts, he charged up the side and flew away.
In some ways, it was like watching my aunt die, and trying to ease the passage to the other side.
One of those little moments that gets lost in the rush of life.
So, I found a stick, and flipped over the bee, who tried to swim to the edge and failed. Finally after two attempts, he charged up the side and flew away.
In some ways, it was like watching my aunt die, and trying to ease the passage to the other side.
One of those little moments that gets lost in the rush of life.
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