However, I had to work on my attitude as I started the ride....and maybe half way out, there is a long, sort of low grade to climb, climb, climb...at which point I was wondering why? Why am I doing this? Then, I finished that climb and had that lovely, free, flying feeling down the other side. Oh, yea. That is why!
Then these views reminded me of more reasons to bike these hills.... Had my old, old Powershot camera with me...not bad, especially the little Song Sparrow. With all my nice camera, lenses, tripod and stuff....I still love this little camera!
The tiny Song Sparrow was not bashful. I had the feeling it was a juvenile and Mama was nearby calling and fussing, as was a Catbird. Just love that my little, old Canon Powershot captured this...no tripod, no edits, just a lovely little bird, a perfect Carolina blue sky, green leaves with red stems. Sweet!
When I got to the farm in Swoope where the Bald Eagles live, I chided myself for not getting out there more often...it is SO lovely, and such wonderful balm for my soul. The breath of God always finds me there....aaahhh...