We Paint Bikes

 Here on the island we love our bikes, as you've probably noticed.  Each bike takes on its own personality--what you ride says who you are, but it also is its own work of art independent of rider and capable of possessing its own voice and character.  Movement in space, especially on two wheels, is a three dimensional creation, no matter how transient and momentary the bike-riding moment.  Thus, the bike is both tool and art, the path taken by the bike a sculpture, and the rider: artist. 

Enough philosophy, go ride a bike.  Better yet, paint your bike, and then ride it. 

Tree Climbing

Yeah, we climb trees on the island.  This kid is one of our best.

On the Street... Cattleman, Miles Island

This fine gentleman told us we lost the spare wheel attached under our vehicle while driving over a rough spot in the road.  We gave him a mango juice, he gave us a photo. 

The Wheel Fell Off

Sometimes wheels fall off of matatus, apparently.  Thankfully we were driving uphill when it happened.

Calvin and Hedgehog

Hello All.  An odd thing happened on the island a couple weeks ago.  So I've written a poem about it.  Enjoy.  **16 Nov 2011 Update:  The hedgehog has survived!  He is alive and well**

 

Calvin and Hedgehog

Calvin brought in a paper bag

Flimsy, brown, crinkling

As if a tired lung.

Reaching in he pulls out

A tiny hedghog, a fuzzed

Furball, a quivering creature

Snug in the hand.

It’s been hurt, Calvin says,

Hit in the street,

A wound with worms, look at its eyes:

Do you have medicine?

Our sleepy morning interrupted by purpose,

We apply the creams and gels of humans,

Turn on the hose to

Bathe the babe breathless

And hope for healing.

Last we poke holes in a lid

To make a home of a shoebox.

Even the dogs came to watch. 

 

The Bird Nest in My Office

 I knew something was slightly unusual when little tiny twigs began fall on my desk at work.  Looking up, I realized that I was in fact sitting below a very dynamic bird nest.  For some reason the birds keep adding twigs to the nest even though they have plenty already, so the excess nest keeps trailing down the wall and falling onto my computer.  I don't mind though.  At my last office, in a cube, I only had a cactus (thanks to a kind workmate, Lynda), but I must say having the cozy home of a family of songbirds so near makes work seem a little less like work.  That's what it's like on the island. 

Happy Birthday Dad

Happy Birthday Dad! 

You (along with Mom) helped instill in me a love for God, the outdoors, music, travel -- and islands of course. 

We may live apart right now but I know we're all on the same island.

Love,
   Me