I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left
We’ll walk in fields of gold

Gordon Matthew Sumner

#home

I have used up 8.5 of my nine lives, so I know I’m on track. Lots of that was on two wheels.

2. Babble on.

Old bastard, as it seems like it might be an apt description for myself.

#ocean

Beautiful!!

Thank you, Isabel. That’s why I love vintage lenses. That is an old Super Takumar 50mm f1.4, shot wide open for that wonderful background bokeh. I use a newer digital camera, but prefer old manual glass.

Cheers!

Yes!

Thank you!

The majesty of the coastal temperate rainforest is still palpable in monochrome.

The lake, that healer. Kwotlenemo, on the traditional lands of the Xaxli’p First Nation.

Summer dreams: Gabriola Island charms

#summer

“Well, darkness has a hunger that’s insatiable
And lightness has a call that’s hard to hear
And I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it
I’m crawling on your shores”

indigogirlsmusic - Closer To Fine

P, L & U

Moonlight driven, we ran through the night on horses of aluminum and carbon fibre. A flashback to five years ago on Vancouver Island, on the bike that I named Il Corvo, The Crow.

I am on, but had only posted once. I will continue!

Thanks a lot!

I think if it were not for your reposts, I would have zero traction on this app! Thanks!

Potato wizard it is, then!

Winter dreams: frosty leaves and warm hearts.

Many thanks!!

Summer dreams: the ocean beckons.

Mine wasn’t on that list, but NOW I want to be YOU!

Throwback Thursday; a spring ride out to the gorgeous Kennedy River on central Vancouver Island five years ago. I had nicknamed that Triumph Street Triple “The Crow”. Flights were made.

Like a cathedral, the cedars and ferns surround me in the rainforest. Moss my bed, stone my chair, I am at home in these woods.

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”

― Martin Luther King Jr.

A million thanks, Nicole. Gabriola is a gorgeous island.

Threw my bottle to the ocean,
She never wrote me back
All the countless days along the sea of blue
Learned the language of the Mockingbird
She took and twisted all my words
Yeah, I’m just trying to find my way to you

@gregoryalanisakov - Suitcase Full Of Sparks