Saturday, June 7, 2008

Nothing Compares to the Simple Pleasure of a Bike Ride

On a day when the temperature reached well into the 90s we found the bike trail in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park a cool and shady place to ride. There is a place near Lock 25 where you travel through a small tunnel. The old canal runs along just to the right of the trail.

John Kennedy was right - nothing compares to a bike ride. the next best thing for me is painting the scene:

I painted this in acrylics, 8 x 10". Price on request.

Consider a man riding a bicycle. Whoever he is, we can say three things about him. We know he got on the bicycle and started to move. We know that at some point he will stop and get off. Most important of all, we know that if at any point between the beginning and the end of his journey he stops moving and does not get off the bicycle he will fall off it. That is a metaphor for the journey through life of any living thing, and I think of any society of living things. ~William Golding


Barneygoogle said...

It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle. ~Ernest Hemingway

Kathleen Harrington said...

I can assure you, you remember the hills the best!