Haven't been out on the trails in a couple of weeks - too busy catching up on other parts of life. I *finally* took that train ride along the coast I had mentioned in a previous post. When Ed and Mary invited us to a wine tasting down in San Diego, Mary had the great idea of taking the train. Very cool! Hassle-free, relaxing, no traffic and friendly service. The train will definitely be an option for us now, especially if gas prices continue to increase.
Anyhoo, as soon as we arrived in Solana Beach the first sight to greet our eyes was a pink fuzzy bicycle belonging to the one and only John Halcyon Styn. (You probably don't want to click the link if you're one of my ultra-conservative friends; Halcyon is exactly what makes you guys think that everyone in California is going straight to hell. However if you're into things like Burning Man and you're not already familiar with Halcyon, check out some of his sites. His flickr stream shows that he's actually a pretty good photographer, and I loved his BM photos and videos). I'm sure he was hanging around Fiesta del Sol somewhere, but these days I wouldn't even look twice at a guy with pink hair.
I know it almost looks like I did selective coloring on this photo, but it's just due to the June Gloom and grimy concrete. Pink really pops when everything else is gray.
Seeing Halcyon's fuzzy pink bike was a good reminder of how important it is to be who you want to be, not who you think others want you to be. Bringing that into my photography means taking and making the images that I want to make, and not worrying about what I think other people think they want to see. The more I learn to embrace this philosophy, the more satisfying I find the art of creation.
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