I had the day off and went mountain biking. Lots of bruises. Falling off, falling over the bars, falling on my arse, falling on my arms. The largest bruise is about 20cm but nothing that won’t get better. Here’s a picture in my bath later so I can soak off the blood and mess. A couple of casualties: somewhere on the beautiful single track of the Blue Mountains World Heritage area is my original Russian glass lens Lomo LC-A that was in my jersey pocket and in my bike bag a (now smashed) holga. The worse bit was I was so excited by the ethereal pictures I had taken with my lofi lomo friends. There was this storm light that floated through the clouds, and the Australian bush glowed with little yellow, purple and white wild flowers. Recent heavy rain left reflecting pools and muddy puddles. The path was slippery and small birds flickered through the light. We might have seen stars. Oh well. Not going back for a while.

I had the day off and went mountain biking. Lots of bruises. Falling off, falling over the bars, falling on my arse, falling on my arms. The largest bruise is about 20cm but nothing that won’t get better. Here’s a picture in my bath later so I can soak off the blood and mess.
A couple of casualties: somewhere on the beautiful single track of the Blue Mountains World Heritage area is my original Russian glass lens Lomo LC-A that was in my jersey pocket and in my bike bag a (now smashed) holga. The worse bit was I was so excited by the ethereal pictures I had taken with my lofi lomo friends. There was this storm light that floated through the clouds, and the Australian bush glowed with little yellow, purple and white wild flowers. Recent heavy rain left reflecting pools and muddy puddles. The path was slippery and small birds flickered through the light. We might have seen stars. Oh well. Not going back for a while.