Surreal
August 21, 2005
Today I stood on the same burning stretch of pavement for eight straight hours and saw not just bikers in flashy clothes speeding by but also
Mennonite men with dark fedoras and their meek women …
children with Jesus love in their eyes …
corn fields, corn fields, corn fields …
horses that neigh like unicorns …
shadows that move faster than light…
After a while, all that wealth of sensation was baked into a single, searing image by the heat of the sun. And when the day was over, and the image once more shattered into a thousand fragments, the road between Hawkesville and St. Clements no longer belonged us but to the Mennonite boys who delight in speed and asphalt.
More:
- My photos of today’s road race
- My photos of bikes (they’re sexy)
- A Day at the Races (previous blog entry)
Actually, my husband says those farm boys can really put a hurt on cyclists when they want to. They’re really strong and fast… I guess that’s what happens when you live a long way out and the only way to get somewhere is on your bike(: And the only thing you do all day is manual labour…
Posted by: spindriftdancer on August 25, 2005 at 09:10 AM