Hard to say just how many thousands of kilometers I made on my bike. I’ve conquered countless routes and I like to say I discovered some. But this has never been an exercise for me. Staying in shape, or getting in one is just a fortunate byproduct. I know that in this day and age, explorers and pathfinders aren’t needed anymore, not really. But hell, I’ve found my fair share of paths through forests that aren’t really mapped, the overgrown fields and nearby swamps. And I have photos to prove it, some other time. But it’s this feeling, this joy, and excitement of discovering places, even if it’s just finding out what lies beyond the hill I’m climbing on that I want to express. Yes, I really love that feeling.
I would never call myself a Pathfinder, of course. What I do, is just riding a bike, I’m not an idiot. But you can’t take away this feeling that I’m speaking of. I’m sure many of you have felt it. Seeing a place on a map is one thing, butfinding your way to that place to see it with your own eyes give you this satisfaction and sense of accomplishment.
I believe, that it’s the same curiosity, the same exact kind, that drives people like me to take a ride through that forest, to see what exactly lies on the other side of it, and greatest explorers of all time, pushing through whatever dangers lie ahead, to discover the previously undiscovered. Not that I’m comparing the two… achievements. But I truly think it’s the same thought that motivates both of those groups.
So, this music is my little tribute to the explorers, the Pathfinders of the world, the big and the small, the accomplished and the joyful. Enjoy, if you can.
Alas, the god of rain didn’t accept my offering and hasn’t pissed off as requested. After a rainy, albeit still, as it turned out, relatively warm June, its more handsome, usually reliable brother, July, failed me completely. I tried to stay positive, but there’s no way around it – this month is a weather disaster. Fortunately, I have managed to use every opportunity it provides, and do the best I can every time. That’s why I decided to change the strategy, and instead of shorter, more aggressive adventures, as originally planned, I started going for longer sightseeing trips, as each and every one of the sunny days we’ve been presented must be used to the fullest. And even though I try to plan my trips more than I usually like to, well, things have to go south eventually.
Part I: The overpass.
The first checkpoint I planned on visiting was the overpass over the nearby highway. Not that I am a fan of the architectural style of the overpass designers or the fine art of its builders. However, being located on a hill, it gives you the perspective difficult to find anywhere else in the area. It’s as high as you can get legally, on a bike. It used to be my favorite spot to stop for a mid-ride rest & thinking session. Well, it still is I suppose, but I don’t visit as often as I have before, mostly because I try to find new spots, of which there is plenty, I learned.
I like to think I connected with my feelings rather well. I start to not only understand but actively use and modify my emotions by being in touch with my inner self. Since all those feelings only returned to me after I escaped the dark void of depression, I came a long way. I know what gives me happiness, I know how to overcome sadness. I get pride and disgust pretty well too. But there is one thing that keeps eluding my understanding. This weird, I believe unnamed feeling, the positive anger.
This track is a result of trying to turn this emotion into music. The title as well. My love for the stars, including the Sun, was expressed in many posts. So far, I have always associated them with beauty, purity, something magical, stunning, a blessing. This time, it’s something else.
Forests, however dreamy, and of which there is plenty in my area, have always been lower on my list of favorite riding places than the fields of whatever crop. However, the diversity in the landscape is essential when it comes to summer biking, so every now and then I decide to enjoy the green, like today. And it made me focus on something that has been a big and a surprisingly big part of my life, and which I neglected to talk about so far. The musical themes of my life.
I’ve mentioned before that I like to sing when I’m on a ride. What I should add is that I don’t sing just anything. I want to say I sing the first song that comes to mind, but that might not exactly explain it. You see, songs to me are themes of various places, emotions, situations. And under specific circumstances, I start hearing a specific song in my head. That’s how a song becomes a theme. It just the one song that comes to me “on its own”.
If there are two things I want people to know about me before we become friends, is that I love train rides and that I prefer nights to days. Nights, you see, are magical. And so, I will always find a moment to create and share content that praises the night, in a never-ending attempt to make my feelings about the night, the moon and the stars understandable to those who aren’t just yet sharing my fascination with the star-spangled darkness.
Listen to the beating heart
Of the tired realm of blue,
When the sky clears out,
When the dust of light
When the year entire comes to pass,
When the Moons and Worlds align at last,
When we raise our prayers to the stars,
Far beyond the doubts and fears,
Beyond the darkened time,
When the cold day ends,
And the starlight reigns
When the cold day ends and warm night falls,
When the Silver Spirit my name calls,
When I enter Astral Temple’s halls,
I hope you enjoy!
My dream is to have someone record the vocals for it. If you want to, go ahead.
It’s thunder season, and it’s been a little underwhelming so far. I hoped to have an exciting collection of storm photos by now, and needless to say, I’m really disappointed. But, being room-bound due to temporary overutilization of my bike and the associated muscles, and the lack of other reasons to go out, I managed to finish a track which has been a WIP since last year’s storm season.
It’s hard to find somebody who doesn’t like storms. Of course, there’s hardly any weather that isn’t at least occasionally one way or another pleasing when observed from the inside of a cozy home, but thunders are extreme, aren’t they?
I have signed up for a project started by some wonderful bloggers, and which I want to introduce to everyone who might be interested.
Since there’s no chance in the world that I would explain it any better than people directly involved in starting the project in the first place, I’ll just quote and link bluefish’s post:
“In simple terms, the idea is for a group of bloggers to write a post based on the same topic every so often (I was thinking maybe once a month) so that we can have a collection of different perspectives on the same subject – I, personally, think that this has immense educational value!”
Sounds easy enough, and I know this will be both fun and valuable experience, so if anyone is interested, you should follow instructions explained in the original post right here.
There are two ways of wandering about and exploring the beautiful world during a lovely summer: in the company, or the right way. Now, I’m not as big a loner as I used to be, but I’ve tried it both ways, and let me tell you, the gift of wandering isn’t one that I should share.
I’ve discussed solitude before so I won’t be focusing on that again. But every so often I get reminded just how valuable moments you get to spend alone with yourself really are.
I’m used to biking alone. My brother, the only person who would occasionally go for a ride with me isn’t such a big fan of biking as me, so most of the time it’s just me and my thoughts. And I love it. More than that, I need it. But I’m great at it too.
We all know biking is great, and when you’re as big on alone time and pointless thinking as me, you can enjoy it as something more than just an exercise, and see it as an opportunity to spend some quality time with your thoughts. But last year, sometime in mid-August, so during the third month of pretty much constant biking I started to feel the need to get something more from this particular way of spending time. As my duties prevented me from embarking on a longer, few days long trips, I looked for something that would make biking more exciting, something that would add to it. And so, I have discovered Geocaching, one of humanity’s greatest inventions.
For those few people left who still don’t know what Geocaching is, a short explanation. Basically, it’s a game, in which participants attempt to locate caches, using (depending on a cache) GPS coordinates, written clues, maps or photos. Caches are hidden by other players, who inform about the new caches on one of many websites dedicated to the game. Once you find the cache, you write your name in a notebook or other piece of paper that’s usually provided, to signal your victory. It’s customary to leave a small token in the cache if the cache is big enough, it could be a coin from your country, a photo, etc.
Excellent news, my friends! My camera, which has been away from me for over a year, is finally back and ready to work. This means that the overall quality of pictures posted here will increase, and as I progress through life, improving my skill of taking photos, we’re potentially looking at a completely new world of photos by the end of the summer. And the probability of that is significant, as I have finally closed all remaining deals I had to make in my home-for-the-rest-of-the-year, and I’m free to roam through the fields and forests of my summer home area.
These last few days were really intense, as expected. A lot of time spent in a car, on highways, which of course I don’t mind, but what happened between the car rides was a bit tiring, especially mentally. However, I can finally say it’s all behind me, at least for another year, and I can focus on my work, and my most precious time after work, which I decided to spend on a bike, and with my good friend, the camera, in my hand.