There’s no good reason at all that I’m posting this photo of the Bonnie next to the track-clearing plow train. I just like it.
JAWS III sits beside the Long Island Railroad Museum in Greenport, NY. Whenever I stick close to home I seem to find myself out there on Long Island’s north fork.
Lately Ive been trying to find ways to kickstart my creativity. Or more accurately, hang on to it. I have no trouble getting inspired or excited about ideas. The follow-through is where I go to pieces. That seems to be the result of expecting too much or being too restrictive with my peculiar rules about what things I should be posting and when. I mean… I’m not writing medical research here. I’m not a business. I’m not a professional writer. I’m not building a “brand.” I’m just a dope with a computer who is recording their thoughts.
Somehow I get derailed by the idea that a blog is supposed to be more highbrow than what I might post to Instagram. That’s my favorite social distraction. But because of it’s ease and my low expectations of it, Insta has become a surrogate blog. There – people (I?) seem to be fine with long posts, short posts, no words, 20 posts in a day, or whatever. Anything goes. I need to adopt that type of thinking for my blog. My rigid ideas about blogging aren’t doing me any good. They make me not blog. And I think writing things down is good for me.
And soooo… hopefully I can get out of my own way here. Moving on! 🙂
What is it about boarding a ferry on your bike that makes you feel like you’re going somewhere even when that somewhere is less than a mile away?
On the eastern end of Long Island, to get from one fork to the other you can hop the ferry in either Greenport or Sag Harbor and use lovely Shelter Island as your cut through.
Of course while you’re there, it would be a shame to miss out on riding around the island’s quiet lanes.
I’ve heard it said that Shelter Island has a New England-y feel to it. It’s hard for me to tell because I have been there enough times for it to only feel like Shelter Island. I guess you’ll just have to go and decide for yourself.
Even though the ride on both boats is all of 5 minutes, you still get the sensation that you’re heading off on an adventure.
Today the weather was pretty warm for a January day in New York. It was 45 degrees and sunny when I left the house. I headed out to the town of Greenport, to take a picture of a vintage neon sign there.
It has become abundantly clear that I will go for a ride for what some people would see as a really silly “reason.” Obviously, I often go for rides for no good reason at all. But sometimes its to take a picture of a sign, a giant sombrero, a huge cauliflower, or maybe just to get a piece of pie.
How about you? What’s the silliest “reason” you’ve headed out for a ride?