But nothing is forever. The company relocated, and I have a different commute to learn.
Meanwhile, I was lucky my new hobby developed while I was so familiar with the scenes along these roads. Since I rode my bike about 10% the time year round, I had the chance to really get to know it and admire it. Sometimes the smallest thing caught my attention: the way the light hit the pond in the morning. The lines of a plowed field. And the way the sky danced behind "my tree".
Well, it isn't actually *my* tree. It belongs to some farmer, I suppose. But I adopted it. And each time I went past was an opportunity to see it in a different light.
The first photo above is offered as part of a charity auction. Offer to donate to Haiti relief, and I'll print the photo and send it to the highest bidder.