by Old Bone Machine
On the Queen’s Birthday, I went for a ride. A restorative ride close to home but on roads I had not ventured on before. Compelling roads that took me through the towns of Kallista, Emerald, The Patch and Sherbrooke. Like a good read they held ones interest. They curved and bent. Went up and down by forest and fields.
The shadows on the road made me think of the artist Henri Mattise. In particular of the paper cutouts and collages he did when he was infirmed and close to death. His creative spirit remained and never diminished.
I rode and cared little about the elements of distance or time. This was a ride to regain ones strength and faith.