Bicycle

Fourteen Adventures

  • March 19, 2016
  • 15 photos
Spring Fish & Chips

Brenna, Jessica and I spend a sunny spring afternoon bicycling Boise’s Greenbelt along the river through six parks with a pitstop at Joe’s Crabshack to grease the wheels.

  • January 7, 2016
  • 9 photos
Until the Fog Lifts

I spent an afternoon planning a winter 2016 motorcycle loop but thought better of it as I noticed the mud I’ve been pedaling through to work. So I made a word salad about mud.

  • December 30, 2014
  • 9 photos
Light December Snow

The last two days of 2014 are dusted with snow and colored with sun, a dichotomy I’m glad to indulge with several stops while biking to and from my office downtown. May the new year be so beautiful.

  • November 13, 2014
  • 25 photos
Ten Degrees Too Early

Winter came a month early. I enjoy the blanket of sparkling white and added challenge of biking a slippery path. It sure would have been great to rake the leaves up first, though. Oh well. The fiery fog and glowing hoar frost are beautiful just the same.

  • November 7, 2014
  • 8 photos
Home Along the River

The sharp morning light of a week ago is today muted by mist rolling off the cold water along my bicycle commute to work. Lucky for me, this common autumn scene never fails to delight and I’m glad for the chance to meander.

  • November 3, 2014
  • 8 photos
Election Leaves

Political outcomes won’t change it: things that brought joy yesterday are those which bring joy today — full suspension bunny-hop from asphalt to dirt, glittering leaves and deep breaths of cold air.

  • January 15, 2014
  • 18 photos
Pedaling Through Night Fog

Bike lanes clear of snow enable me to resume the ride to work and a more portable camera permits a few images of the dense fog we’ve experienced this week in Idaho’s Treasure Valley.

  • November 4, 2010
  • 9 photos
Yellow Mist

I ride alongside river mist made molten by winter’s morning sun past sites once famous, the destination for thousands, now almost forgotten.

  • November 2, 2010
  • 4 photos
November Oranges

Another day of work, another day to ride. I stop in the place I often do along the river bank where it’s just me, leaves and water, and memories of summer revelers lining up to swing from a frayed rope into the river.

  • December 8, 2009
  • 7 photos
Minus Six by the River

It is that special time of year when temperatures drop to single digits and mist rises from the frigid river into golden morning light. I don’t want to lose my warmth but I’m compelled to pause and admire the ice and light.