My commute

Every day I cycle 8 to 10 miles to work. Some would say it’s a lot. And it probably is. But I like it. Sure I get tired and it’s not enjoyable all the time, but it beats a steamed up bus or an overcrowded train every time.

My ride is filled with side streets and cycle paths. For most of it my immediate surroundings and natural ones, the sounds that of birds and other cyclists instead of cars and loud music.

It eases me into the day and releases the tension at the end of it. It’s my time and this year I’ve decided to record it in images and words.

At the end of the year I will collate the best photos and poems into a small zine. In the meantime, I’m sharing some of my ongoing work that may or may not make it into the final cut.

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The clouds have passed
Leaving behind a bright blue sky
And a shiver in the air

I saw my first balloons of the year today
Yellow and blue against a milky sky
I couldn’t see their flames
Orange and red in the air
Their burners silent from where I stood