Monday, April 11, 2011
Riding a two wheeler and documenting it has changed over the last seventy years. My Dad is pictured below with his bike on a stump that he created while logging and clearing land to farm in Glenbush Saskatchewan. I wonder what he would think of kids riding bikes at three years old.
I thought again as I worked on this post how much blogging means to the person blogging. I smile as I look back at old photos. I smile as I watch the little clip. I watched it over and over again on my iPhone before deciding to post it to my blog. The little "hare" flying on his bike. . .catching up to the little "tortoise" (KM)who took herself a head start. ..and then she continues on in joy. . passing him and declaring it all to be fun.
It is these moments that make life enjoyable. . .little bits of memories and little bits of what is happening today. . .all of it documented for days down the road. ..when my blogging will someday stop. ..but the memories will go on.
all for now. . .with love,