Bicycle Crossing

There was an old man quite addled
His antics notoriously fabled
He’d ride his bike sans britches
Through forest brambles and switches
‘Cause he liked his bare bottom paddled

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Addle and/or Daze

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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

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