Last week, I rode out to the Hudson River and stopped by the boyhood home of W. E. B. Du Bois in Great Barrington MA.
It was a beautifully-peaceful place, and I'm so glad I took the time to pause and reflect.
Last week, I rode out to the Hudson River and stopped by the boyhood home of W. E. B. Du Bois in Great Barrington MA.
It was a beautifully-peaceful place, and I'm so glad I took the time to pause and reflect.
On the best days, the chance to be out in nature and reflect has been an opportunity to experience the transcendent. That was true today when I finally got outside after the air pollution finally cleared after ten days.
Spent the ride thinking about William Blake, and what we can do to break the mind-forge manacles of our world.
>> In every cry of every Man,
>> In every Infants cry of fear,
>> In every voice: in every ban,
>> The mind-forg'd manacles I hear
After brief hopes of going on a ride, the fog and air pollution in Ithaca returned to the thick levels that have made it nearly impossible for me to safely venture out for over a week.
So it’s back to indoor training for me, sigh. #outdoormoments.
Morning glory
In what I can only imagine is an homage to Ken Burns’s documentary on the American Revolution, neighbors have put up a sculpture of a continental army officer… on a chocobo skeleton
Thanks Harriet for your legacy.
Grateful for the chance to ponder safety questions from the relative security of an autumn evening in the central New York countryside.
Rode today from Nebraska City to Omaha, to catch up with @ethanz for lunch. Crossing the Missouri at sunrise & traveling gravel farm roads was magical.
I also visited the grave of Amelia Bloomer, 19th century designer & activist. Bloomer realized that the work of achieving the fullness of women’s capabilities was a matter of norms, law, & also design- that women had the power to re-design their place in the world by changing the design of clothes. #OutdoorMoments