An old train, guitar toting musician, snacks, wonderful views, a dad joke spinning cowboy, and three wonderful kids that let me take pictures of them, crack jokes with them, and play music a little too loud.
Author: justin
No Hike, No Pictures, Just Regrouping
Really not much to see here. Giggled at my walk last night, touched on working on a server, and left with a little opening to my mind.
Up, Down, Up Again
Night photography, thinking about my friend and her cousin, and wondering why I’m up, I’m down, I’m up again.
Cemetery Trail at Night, Anything Except Peaceful
Short cemetery hike. The Ogden Cemetery had some appeal, but the trail turned out to be a little disappointing. Good walk, way too distracted by the stench and loud ass crickets to worry about cyclical thinking.
Two Hikes 1 Day: This One Was Special
Father and son, out too late, a night over the town, and bonding as two guys will do.
21st Street Pond, “Stagnant” or “Part of the Journey”?
Short walk around a pond on the outskirts of the city. Never far from the sounds of the highway, trains blowing their horns, and homeless residue scattered here and there.