entry nº 49 // 20190417

you know, i mean, you just kind of pick out a little spot in the world, and you show up or pass through enough times and it eventually starts to feel special in its own way, starts to feel like yours almost, by virtue of the attention you give it, the appreciation you feel for it. that shoulder of the mostly-deserted road up at the top of the hill on my usual bike route, where i stop to catch my breath on days when i feel like putting off the pleasure of descent for a few moments? looking back at these pictures from however long ago, i feel like it just simply doesn’t get any better than that, those plants up there in the warm late afternoon sunlight, ocean in the distance, the gradually softening sound of my labored breath.