As a blogger one of the things that I often struggle with is how to call back older content. There comes a time when posts reach the point of no return. They get their sleeping mask out, curl up with a blanket in a dusty corner of the blog and prepare for a loooong nap.
So – this week while some new posts are cooking, I’m going to be calling back some oldies from Memory Lane and the Wayback Machine.
Here are a few “New York” tagged posts that you might have missed the first time around.
The blog “All Things Rogey!” recently posted a blogging challenge: Post your favorite photos of 2011 and the reason why they are your favorite. The rules: the photos must be taken by you and you must include a photo of yourself in the 5.
Narrowing a list down to just five photos is much harder than I thought. 2011 was a really good year. But, in no particular order here they are:
Monkey & Me Riding Off Into the Sunset
Why I Love This Pic: Because nothing can compare to watching your kid triumph. This photo of me following Chloe off into the fading winter sun represents in my mind something that I hope continues throughout our lives. Love that kid so much.
Why I Love This Pic: In June, I took an impromptu long weekend trip on the bike. In the warmth of the late afternoon sun my friend Bill and I found ourselves on a nearly deserted stretch of the Blue Ridge Parkway. It was a perfect moment in time and one of my fondest riding memories of the year.
Why I Love This Pic: The heat was so oppressive but there was something so wonderfully beautiful about riding along in the the dry golden hills. This was taken on our first day of meeting up with our friend Ed in California, whom I am always happy to ride with.
Why I Love This Pic: This is the kind of sign that inspires 1,000 motorcycle daydreams. Taken near Red Bluff, California on Route 36.
I’ve seen some blogs re-post my photo and chuckle that the curve in the photo doesn’t look like much – and they’d be right. But only a person who has never ridden CA36 could make such a silly statement. It’s what’s around the next bend for the next 140 miles that counts. Awesome road.
Why I Love This Pic: I have a little bit of the fugs going on, so I’m kind of camera shy. This is one photo of me I actually like! It was taken while we were out riding in the woods during the summer. A nearby farm had a plot of sunflowers stretching all the way across the field. Being that they are one of my favorite flowers, I just had to sneak over for a peek.
Some Other Moto Blogs Participating in the Challenge:
My parents were vagabonds in the early 70′s, crisscrossing the States in my mom’s ’68 Firebird. I wrote of it a few years ago.
This past week on the heels of my photographic trip down memory lane, I asked my mother for a copy of a photo that was burned into my mind as a child. It was a picture of my dad standing near the Emblem, Wyoming sign.
This photo was taken in 1971:
Here is the photo I took while on our bike trip to Yellowstone, 34 years later:
In over 3 decades the town never grew in population. I find that fact pretty amazing.
I’ve been trying to do a little housekeeping around here. One of the projects I’ve been working on is to clean up, catalog and put my photos in to galleries.
With years of “stuff” piling up this is no easy task but I must admit, it is proving to be an enjoyable one. Being a sentimental fool, I love the trips down memory lane.
I came across this photo that was taken in May 2005:
The photo itself was a throwaway, most likely taken by “accident” before snapping the next photo. It was taken on a stretch of route 14/16 that was loooong and straight. I’d pulled over watching the antelope running on the side of the road.
With the years piling up in front of it – it felt good to see that little route scribbled on paper. I pulled it up on Google maps:
I can remember that day distinctly. We’d spent the night in Belle Fourche, SD after visiting Mount Rushmore and Custer. We were making our way towards Yellowstone National Park.
Following the route on my sheet we made stops at Devil’s Tower, ate gigantic pancakes at Donna’s in Moorcroft, talked to a nice Goldwing rider in Sheridan about how it might be snowing in the Big Horns where we were heading, experienced the grandeur of Shell Canyon, ate lunch in Greybull and stayed in Cody, Wyoming for the night.
If I hadn’t started cataloging my photos this morning, those thoughts probably would never have crossed my mind today. I’m glad they did.
How About You?
Do you love looking through your old trip photos too?