Cycling Through November

Fall biking is one of the highlights of my year. It feels like a reward for pushing through the sweat soaked rides of summer, the time when the weather and I are both at our best.
November starts out fall-like. But as the weeks pass, I add one layer of clothing after another until the point, usually around the end of the month, when a bitter north wind convinces me it’s time to put my bike away for the winter.

Deconstructed Duck

I took this shot last week at Dolan Pond, a pocket conservation area in our neighborhood. The resident duck was not the least bit shy about standing next to us on the dock and posing for a series of portraits – probably because he is used to being fed by visitors. The way the duck was contorting himself, exposing a disorienting array of shapes, textures and colors on his body, reminds me of a cubist painting.