In April 2010, after a year bike commuting part time as equal parts a return to fitness and an escape from a failed relationship, I committed more entirely to a dedicated life of cycle commuting. The week before my wedding, my car was totaled by a presumably drunk driver while it was parked outside my house overnight. I spend a lot of time in the saddle. Some times I remember a camera, because, life seen from a bike is a very different and more rewarding experience than that seen from the seat of a car. If nothing else, it’s a lot easier to stop and take the picture when one presents itself.
The elusive butterfly has just tiptoed past my door