The Wizard of O

 
















Sometimes the camera sees you in a different light than you see yourself, and this different light is closer to the Reality of things...

All flesh is grass..

And a blade of grass the journeywork of stars...

Wise and hard are those who align their selves with the land and its elements...

Unwise and malleable are those who do not.


Are you a wizard then, or just soft in the head?



Up to the Edge and Back

Ok, so I decided to avoid the train today and simply cycle all the way up to the wind turbine in the Cathkin Braes and back. I took a new route after Pollok Country Park thru Newlands and Muirend and into Netherlee park. Here I crossed the White Cart Water at the snuff mill bridge and headed on thru to Castlemilk. From here, I rejoined my usual path up to the turbine. Then, it was simply straight back down thru Simshill, Cathcart, Langside, and finally stopping at Queens Park to meet my father and brother for a coffee. 









Cycling As Running for Intelligent People

Just watching David Goggins, endurance runner, talk about how his knees, after thousands of miles of running on hard surfaces, are now fucked. His book title, 'Can't Hurt Me' sounds as if it may be a parody. It's then he mentions swimming... that if he can't run, he'll swim. I tell him he should have started cycling and avoided that impact that has reduced his knees to mush. But even to cycle, or swim, you need your knees, perhaps the most important joint in the whole body since this is what you are, a walking entity. So, cycle, don't run. Running is for morons who don't know how to cycle.

The Floating Bicycle

Ok, so it took me an age to finally get it up on the wall, but I did it and now it is at home. It's a wonderful piece of craftsmanship the frame, and one day I may just put it back together again. But for the moment it is a flying bike that is caught in a state of suspended animation.




The Bicycle Stand

 
















Remember bicycle stands? I think some bikes still do them, and I guess they're pretty good. But my bike doesn't have one, and so I improvise. This is what the hills do to you: they help you see and 'vise'. This 'vise' comes in the form of improvising, supervising, and ad-vising (yourself)... and standing up for that Self. Hence the stand...