|Bad shooting at the sun photo. Mist across the fields.|
|The fog bank that faded away to nothing.|
The Ninja air stream has a propensity to launch bugs directly into my face, past the tiniest openings of my faceshield, and whip them around behind the lenses of my glasses. Perhaps this was Sam's payback for hauling bird litter. No damage done, but my eye was scratchy and sensitive and I didn't feel much like riding after that.
|Looking for Autumn|
|Um, that's not quite what I meant!|