I could not take pictures of the bike in the sun. The camera could not handle it.  She is witch-meltingly bright.  I should call her Yvaine. “What do Vstars do? … Shine!”

Even in the shade the pictures were fogging, and I had to shop them a bit to reduce the albedo.

See the light burst forth!





About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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3 Responses to After

  1. King Tapija says:

    Its like you read my mind! You appear to know a lot about this, like you wrote the book in it or something. I think that you can do with a few pics to drive the message home a little bit, but instead of that, this is great blog. A fantastic read. I will definitely be back.


  2. Either cut back on the coffee or increase the valium/lithium dose Alan>
    Yoiu are dangerously close to being charged with corrupting an under-age bike.


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