Monday, April 19, 2010

Choice and Chance

A few evenings ago we were riding around town through the honey glaze of evening light, dogs on leashes, spring green glowing through fresh trees, warm air pouring past our warm skin.

"We're lucky to live the way we do." Trina said. "No." She caught herself. "It's not luck. We've made choices that let us live this way."

"True." I said. Then, ever seeking another way of looking at things, "But we're lucky we can make the choices that we've made."
From 2010 Spring

I was thinking of that Sunday afternoon when we were out on the local trails again. Electric-charged flowers lit up the desert browns. Ravens flew through vibrant skies past our cliff-lined route. Sunlight dodged clouds, highlighting different parts of the view around us. Valley. Cliff. Canyon. Mesa. City.
From 2010 Spring

From 2010 Spring

The trail we were riding was very rugged. Rocky, rough, snarly, crooked, tough. And, if we'd stopped to think of it that way, dangerous.
From 2010 Spring

I suppose we're lucky that we've been able to choose to ride here. We've made choices to have bikes, to have time to ride. Luck and choice have given us the skill to be able to call a rough, jumbled trail "fun". And luck and choice must have given us the eyes needed to look around at where we were and what we were doing and to be amazed by the beauty of that moment.

Someone else chose to put a trail there. Other choices resulted in a city where we live and work. Choices we've made and the choices of many others have shaped the lives we continue to shape in this place. I hope we're lucky enough to be able to continue to choose to be amazed by the beauty of our moments.

--Greg
From 2010 Spring


(Oh, and the wild onions were blooming!)
From 2010 Spring

From 2010 Spring


Trina's shots from the day:
From dirt & dogs

From dirt & dogs

From dirt & dogs

From dirt & dogs

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