Little hamlets with names like Linden Hall and Axeman straddle the roads that twist and turn with the creek bed. No traffic. Plenty of rain and temperatures in the 80s have filled the fields with the sweet smell of cut hay and fresh manure.My recent trip to Seattle reminded me of how much I miss the Northwest. This evening reminded me of why I moved back to Pennsylvania.
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magic time... what a moment...
some of the pics in my blog are taken with a film camera, yes, the one of the doll (the red one) the one of the trainers ...
but now i'm proud to use my brand new Nikon D50.
see you.
I feel the same way about Penns Valley.
I've lived in northeastern PA all my life and never appreciated it as much as I do now, after having scooted all over it. There are so many things I notice on the bike that had always been there, but unobserved. Riding has opened my senses in ways that nothing else could have.
On a lark I just looked back to the very first entry you posted to Two-Lane Blacktop. May I be the first to wish you a very happy first anniversary here. It was one year ago today that you started writing TLB!
Thanks for dropping by.
Perezvila—I hope your switch to digital doesn't keep you away from film. I carry a pocket sized Sony with me on the bike, but I still shoot a range finder for everything else.
Celia—Who knew FaceBook made it to Penns Valley. You've developed quite a following.
Joe—A whole year? Wow. I guess it has been that long. Thanks.
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