Setting the pace.
Sitting in.
Turning the screws.
Chasing back on.
Pulling a quasi-McEwen.
P ut on your best Chris-Anker face.
A nice day for a bike race.
I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
Setting the pace.
Sitting in.
Turning the screws.
Chasing back on.
Pulling a quasi-McEwen.
P ut on your best Chris-Anker face.
A nice day for a bike race.
Ha … cool. Like it.
Great shots! Fun times!
Sweet photos! Good eye
great post!
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