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Scooter in the Sticks
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Steve Williams
Secret Places in the Ordinary
I have driven or ridden by this place for over 25 years and never saw it. *It's a small ravine surrounded by trees in the middle of a farm field. *An ephemeral stream that runs into a grotto and disappears. *This place lives in the spring and vanishes as the world dries and the weeds grow up to hide it's secrets. *I've literally spent weeks of my life in this specific area but never managed to stop and walk into the trees to see what was hidden within. *The extent of my blinders never fails to amaze me.
This morning I had time for a short brisk ride under gray skies. *I chose a wet mud and stone road running along powerlines to explore. *I try and bring fresh eyes to places but what I see depends on where my head goes. *Thoughts of what I wanted to do today keep me from the empty mind that often works best when riding and making photographs.
A few miles down the road I decided that I really should get home and process film for my 3 Prints Project. *One last picture in the woods and I turned around to take a lazy ride home.
Riding through town I stopped to take one picture to demonstrate that there is some civilization in the sticks. *I've read a few references to Scooter in the Sticks lately that wonder aloud if there are any people or towns around. *Indeed there are and the pictures here are merely a representation of the places I'm drawn to. *Without much effort I bet I could produce Scooter in Hell with all the necessary traffic, bad roads, ugly places needed to convince someone how nasty it is to ride here.
I just try and make sure that I don't let the nastiness overwhelm the beauty that is all around and right in front of me.
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Secret Places in the Ordinary
04-05-2008, 10:35 AM
Secret Places in the Ordinary
I have driven or ridden by this place for over 25 years and never saw it. *It's a small ravine surrounded by trees in the middle of a farm field. *An ephemeral stream that runs into a grotto and disappears. *This place lives in the spring and vanishes as the world dries and the weeds grow up to hide it's secrets. *I've literally spent weeks of my life in this specific area but never managed to stop and walk into the trees to see what was hidden within. *The extent of my blinders never fails to amaze me.
This morning I had time for a short brisk ride under gray skies. *I chose a wet mud and stone road running along powerlines to explore. *I try and bring fresh eyes to places but what I see depends on where my head goes. *Thoughts of what I wanted to do today keep me from the empty mind that often works best when riding and making photographs.
A few miles down the road I decided that I really should get home and process film for my 3 Prints Project. *One last picture in the woods and I turned around to take a lazy ride home.
Riding through town I stopped to take one picture to demonstrate that there is some civilization in the sticks. *I've read a few references to Scooter in the Sticks lately that wonder aloud if there are any people or towns around. *Indeed there are and the pictures here are merely a representation of the places I'm drawn to. *Without much effort I bet I could produce Scooter in Hell with all the necessary traffic, bad roads, ugly places needed to convince someone how nasty it is to ride here.
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