Climbing down

Lately I  have been climbing all the wrong trees. Causing a disquiet spirit. A clamoring. This and that getting me out of sorts. I have begun reading at the suggestion of Jayne English, The rare jewel of Christian Contentment by Jeremiah Burroughs. So far it has helped to quiet the unrest, the wanting this and that, the anger over not having a Nikon D810 or the eye of Moran or a job or a retirement,etc.
Learning over and over like rungs on a ladder to descend and seek the dew droplets upon the ground, not climb in my own efforts toward the fruits of heaven.
I am not down enough by any means. I still go gee whiz when one of the photographers I follow posts a WOW photograph, which is daily. I still go Oh I wish when I see the dust spots on the D3100 I am using or the little Canon S110 that tries its best to please me. I still think what an idiot way too often. I still get near road rage when I am poking along and another vehicle bumpers me. I still savor good gossip, etc.
Like one of those sound boards musical groups use to adjust the music,God is turning all the clanging cymbals and tinkering sounds way down in order that Christ may gain the preeminence and come through clearly in that still,small,sweet acoustic voice.
http://www.preachtheword.com/bookstore/contentment.pdf

Sunday Ride

Following church Melanie and I went by and picked up mamma at Paula's and went to the Porter House for lunch. Following lunch, we rode around the countryside. There was a storm brewing to the east and I pulled over to the side of the road off Price Creek by Gabe and took a few shots. They looked great in the camera, the Canon S110. On the computer, not as good, not as intense, not as yellow in the field. I tried to replicate the look from the camera to the computer but couldn't. If I could figure out what was going on, I would be happier with the results in post processing. Perhaps a stronger program for post production is needed I am certain.

Toward Hors

My profile photograph, taken yesterday on the twelve mile ride. I have for over a month now been riding fairly frequently, almost daily between 6 and 7. I've gone up to twenty, but mostly around ten, to 90 and back by Cold Storage. I have only ridden Basso and will soon get Miele down and use it alternatively.
One or two times I rode the Giant Mt Bike around 5 miles. I cannot really tell I am getting in any better shape. For that I think I would need to ride harder and longer. My rides are mostly saunters, taking it easy, spinning up to twenty mph every now and then. I am continually on the look for sky shots and such. I am constantly scanning the little rear view mirror for distracted drivers. So far none. The route seldom varies as I do not care to ride down Price Creek in order to get to less traveled roads.
I am content just to be out and riding again, nothing grand. I had entertained the idea of riding the Horsefarm One Hundred again this October, but have for now given up on the thought. Too much time in the saddle to try and maintain a 16mph pace in order not to finish dead last.

Route Update

Today I took a ten mile bike ride out to the college to Cold Storage. Pitiful I know you would have said. I was just telling Peggy today we would start there, you waiting impatiently for me in your grey Dodge van, eager to get started on our seventy mile ride up to Taylor and back. She could not believe it. Well, as I struggled just to make the ten, I too wondered how.
When you were here, this Facebook thing we have now was not so pervasive. Your friends were face to face not like it is today. Oh, we may have seven hundred on our wall, but in reality, they are not really friends like the ones you had. It is more one way. I imagine if you were still here, you would be quite frustrated with it. You would update like you so much liked to do and you would get no feedback. I think you would be
un-friending many, like you did Al and a few when you were here.
I try and keep up with some that were on your route, but it is difficult. Professor I hear from every now and then. I imagine things haven't changed too much with him. Harry tells me he still has trouble adjusting seat posts and stuff you did so easily. I imagine his pool timer has never worked since you last fixed it.
Mutt is still around too, I hear from her every now and then, unlike you, who checked in daily. Puppy, I have lost contact with. As for the cleaners, it remains open, probably on much more prayer and expense without your continual fixing of boilers and pressers and various machinery. Rick continues to thrive with his sub shop, despite not having you to do cost analysis on every sub that goes out. I know he misses your running the operation for him.
Teri is still practicing vet medicine down in Deland last I heard. She probably has married the prisoner despite your vocal disagreement. I do not know if she still rides the Dawes you gave her.
I miss hearing that motorcycle glide up to my carport, knowing it was time for my daily update. I just feel out of touch and so much more alone, despite having hundreds of so called friends. But, like I told you, not really. Junk friends I suppose you would call them.....