Oh, buoy! (That was a little joke to start things off).

I traveled wearing hemp sandals, linen pants and abreezy white blouse, on my fixed-gear, candy-apple-red bicycle around teh city near my red brick-ed cottage that I mentioned before.

… I deleted the rest of my little write-up for this and can’t bring myself to try to re-create the magic and energy of the original post. I guess you can just enjoy the photos. It had something to do with bridges and a desire to have a bridge to reach out to these baby birds and hold them in my hand. I even used the word “gosling” which was rather nice. Such a shame to have lost it.