But still I manage to find myself there. A few weeks ago I sent a roll of black and white film off to be developed. While Forest was here, we tried to capture some of our good times and riding on the camera. We both knew there was going to be some good stuff on there. Sunset shots with Bailey, Forest and I. There was even the possibility that we had some good pictures of us riding our bikes. There was one shot in particular that I was anxious to see. It was something that I felt really good on and knew that the shutter was opened at the perfect time.
Two weeks of anticipation, while the film was sent off to be processed made me I grew as giddy as a 3 year old on Christmas eve. The film was at the camera store and I drove there thinking of how good everything was going to look. Nothing! A roll of overexposed film that no images could be deciphered from. They said they suspected some flaw with the camera. I think there was a screw up on their end.
Maybe what is left to imagination is better than what is actual. No doubt, the specific shot I had high hopes for, probably would have been a let down. An elbow out of place, awkward knees or some other inherent flaw of my riding, would have left me frustrated in the difference between what I do and what I want to do.Whether the pictures come out or not, there isn't anything better than a good bike ride.
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