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I rode my bike again today. I went through many puddles, but this was the biggest one.
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It was fun - so much so that I turned around and rode through it again, twice. When I did, I knew how I want to live, all the time. Why can't I?
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When it came time for my afternoon coffee break, I took the car. I saw a girl on a horse. Two girls on two horses, actually, but I only photographed one.
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I saw a kid leaning against a bike...
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...and horses in a field...
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...a man riding a bicycle up Church Road...
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...as he neared the top, the mountains came up in front of him.
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I saw what appeared to be a family, out walking on a bike trail...
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...and two young men, jogging, one manipulating his phone, the other looking at me. He probably wondered why I was taking their picture. I took it because for two seconds on this day, our lives crossed. It was a fleeting moment, but I wanted to document it forever.
One can never document anything forever. Even those who are immortalized will be utterly forgotten. Still, even if I couldn't, I wanted to document the moment forever.
Now, you see, I rank right up there with the great philosphers - the words of whom will all one day cease to be read.
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Even that moutain, it will be made flat. Or maybe it will be shattered. I don't know. I'm not a prophet.
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Just before I got home, I saw this guy, sweeping the dirt and gravel off the edge of Ward's Road. This was the strangest thing that I saw, all day. I suppose he had his reasons.
And he wore a crash helmet.
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And there there was the gentleman in red, driving a four-wheeler.
This is how life is this time of year, right here, in Wasilla, Alaska.
I could have went to Carl's Jr, and bought a hamburger, but I didn't.