This fella has the right idea: get the motorhome packed, hand a ‘sled on the back, and head into the back of beyond until this all blows over. As Thoreau said: “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”
– greenery in oils on the walls, wainscoting curtains the walls and an angry red alligator grins on. Gravel trail tool sitting under the daylight beaming through a window. It’s like a cover of Architectural Digest.
– we’re heading into the first week of stay-at-home so let’s enjoy some more examples of storage of motorcycles in living quarters. What we need is a cool city hipster loft with separate ‘man-shed’ floor.
– first official day of stay-in-home. Sorting out the interior spaces and corners of the house so we don’t get cabin fever. The bikes of course have their own home, but it would be nice to allow one to stay with us. But I’m afraid that won’t be met with a favorable outcome here.
Photography is like a mirror looking rearward. A view of where you’ve just come from. A recollection or memory of the road previously travelled with experiences to allow the way ahead to be navigated.
– I needed to partake is some social distancing after work. So with the sun setting across the Skokie Lagoons I had a spirited run up north. I just love that Tiger!
– television is a suitable pastime in this day of social separation. Cruising the channels I happened upon Jimmy Deans classic film from 1955. “You’re tearing me apart!” .
– imagery by Italian graphic designer, and latter Olivetti chief designer, Marcelo Nizzoli from 1925 for Fabrique National F/N – Belgian arms manufacturers who also built motorcycles. A smooth ride indeed if the pillion lady can put on her lipstick whilst the shadowy rider tears along the lanes of Flanders