bicycle

I keep visual journals that I call my Look Books. Any picture that sparks my imagination, I paste down into sketch books. This is the cover of the last one I completed in June. I started another one as soon I finished this one. Bicycles are a common theme in my books.

To me a bicycle represents freedom, and the innocence of youth.

People who know me well know that riding a bicycle with a basket full of flowers through Holland during tulip season is on my bucket list. Why? I don’t know. It just is.

I never had a ten-speed when I was growing up because my legs are too short. I had a blue bicycle much like Pee-Wee Hermann’s and I loved it. Naïve me recently lent my son’s bicycle to our teenage neighbor. She ran away on the bicycle and my son was distraught. Luckily, the girl is okay and her mom bought my son a replacement bike. City living constantly teaches me something new. (I grew up in the suburbs of Houston and lived in Austin when they had the yellow bike program)Who knew that people lie? I sure didn’t. Honestly. See you next time.