A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words

We've all heard that before, uh. It's true that a photo greatly enhances a story, or sometimes it can say a lot on it's own. I take a camera with me almost everywhere I go, yet I get so wrapped up in whatever I'm doing, I can never remember to use it. I've seen some great shit too. I've seen all my riding buddies crash at one time, or many. I've seen wildlife acting tame and I've seen domestic pets acting wild. I saw Nubbie do a nose-drive into a dead cedar tree, stumble back to the camp fire and proceed to quote verse after verse of Poe's Raven. Bet my camera was in my pocket at the time. I've seen Charlie destroy more wood than all the dozers can in a week of mowing down the rain forests of South America, yet I got no pictures of him doing any of it. I've seen a good man shoot a short canon, with a shot that could be heard around the world (or at least anywhere on Big Bartons Creek). Or how about my good buddy R.Q. (young-at-heart) flying around the side of a hill, racing...well, racing something. I could have taken priceless shots of that!

I started this blog entry with the idea of giving a little report on the section-clearing trip to Trent's last weekend, then I got to thinking how much better (or at least mildly bearable) for anyone reading this, if I'd had some photos to put with it. I'm getting on Ebay right now, and find me some kind of Helmet cam, or lapel spy camera, or maybe even a pretty little college girl who likes to draw. Something...then watch out, because when you least expect it, you're elected......