Tag Archives: bicycles
I wore my bike sweater today. It is the only purchase I’ve ever made after clicking an ad on my screen and I ordered it only because it was cheap and I figured if I didn’t like it or it didn’t fit I would just give it away.
But it fits and it’s pretty cute and every time I wear it, someone says something. Today it was the kindergarten teacher who stopped me in the hall and said, “I love bikes! I ride my big balloon tire bike up and down the street and all the neighbor kids come out to see me.”
I told her I love to bike too – but don’t do it much anymore – but I told about the poem I wrote and offered to send it to her. She told me not to be surprised if she puts it on her wall. Well that would be a real complement. I shared it on my blog a long time ago as part of my entry titled “wing bumps” but here it is again:
I never want to forget
the joy and triumph
I felt as a child
to be a girl in the world
pedaling beyond the lip of my driveway
feeling independent and free
the side streets of life
When I first downloaded Picasa onto my computer and was learning how to use it, I took some pictures of bicycles at a local park and titled the folder I put them in: “bicycles.” As I took more pictures and became more comfortable with Picasa, I began by labeling my photos with dates but over the years I’ve found titling a folder with a location as well as the date really helps when I do searches. I’ve even begun adding some other little detail to help distinguish one folder from the next.
Take my “hovander” folders. Hovander Park is a place where I often take walks or go when I need a creative punch in the arm. In Picasa, I have folders from the past few months titled: “hovander 12-2015,” “hovander nov 15,” and recently “hovander loretta,” because a friend joined me on that day.
But I maintain my “bicycles” folder to dump random stuff in: photos sent by relatives, from Facebook, singles from my Iphone and Ipad. There are 152 photos in there right now. I’ve deleted some and moved some over the years but it remains an eclectic batch including pictures from my mom’s childhood, snaps of her quilts, one of my husband when he was about 5, some of nieces and my own kids, and random photos of students and visual experiments. I’m always adding to this photo bucket.
The title of this folder is quite romantic for me as I love the memories of getting on my bike and going out into the neighborhood – as far as I wanted as long as I didn’t cross any major intersections and was home by 5 o’clock. I like thinking about life the way I think about bicycle riding – lots of little ventures and wondering how far I’ll go and what I will see and learn along the way.