Really big circles

A BIG TYPE OF BEAUTY Nevada has a big type if beauty. If you look at what is directly around you, it seems dry, gray, and lifeless. Howev...

THE SHOE TREE This strange tree had no explanation or name  it was simply standing alone on a long stretch in Nevada. Several people had...

FEELING SMALL, A VERY GOOD THING The open roads of Nevada were a distant memory until I scanned through my pictures. The days were spent i...

MEMORIES You cannot know what stirs in me as I see this picture. It fills up my senses like nothing else. The pictures, sounds, silence, a...

THE MORNING MYSTERY My daily journey took me sometimes 100 miles from where I had slept the previous night. Each morning as open my eyes the...

The North West Coast, its like New England with amazing sunsets but no chowder!

BICYCLE CULTURE IS BICYCLE CULTURE It was a clear warm Saturday in East Cleveland, and there he was , a man named Daryl. He was the crea...

HOLY POLISH BOY AND A SODA An East Cleveland Baptist Church was selling lunches as a Saturday fund raiser. I learned about Polish boy san...

THE FINISH LINE I made the coast of New Hampshire 4044 miles from San Francisco according to my GPS. This includes all of the miles Walt...

THE REDNECK CHEERS I reached Vermont this morning just before a storm. I slept under a pavilion next to the Dogtown Saloon in New Yor...

NIAGARA FALLS  I reached Niagara Fall New York. I rode the Erie Canal until it got boring about seventy miles.  I rode a while w...

COUNTRY SMELLS The breeze  was humid but cool. The birds chirped in several languages, the air was fresh but lightly manure scented. The b...

TIME FOR A  NECESSARY  BREAK After 36 days or more on the road, I have developed the art of being discreet with some necessary bodily...

THIS MUST HAVE A STORY An abandoned tree house in Iowa, I wish I knew it's story. 

A WELCOME STOP WITH AN OLD FRIEND This is John, one of my greatest friends. I knew him in Ohio, then he moved to Arizona where I later ...

A DAY OFF OF THE BIKE This as an old trolley car  from  Chicago . I hope to ride one of these at a local museum later today. I have been ...

NIGHT AT THE RACES I reached Chicago Friday afternoon. I slept in a real bed and used inside plumbing at an old friends home. John and...

MAKING PEACE WITH THE VOICES I have had just about enough solitude. I'm again bonded enough to communicate with cattle. My MP3 player b...

MORNING FROST I like this picture now that I'm warm, it was a cold morning in Utah.

SHOP LOCAL 700 miles and no Walmart , now that's country. The only store for thirty miles was owned by a young couple who also farmed ne...