The Downhill Awaits My Arrival

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I wish I had something poignant to say, but like usual my mind is oatmeal.  All I have is a couple shots taken in a big hurry, but now that I think of it, that’s all I’ve had lately.   Such is life.

Sarah didn’t want me to take her picture because she had bad allergies and kept sneezing, so I took it anyway.   I’m nice like that.  At least she was smiling.  At fourteen, I usually get the grumpy mug.

And doesn’t this photo remind you of life sometimes?  It gets frustrating trying to ride uphill on the grass, you know? At least she is smart enough to get off the bike.  I just keep going hoping for the downhill.