Boss, I’m coming in late.
See ya when you get here.
My normal 45-mile commute spontaneously expanded to a 100-mile ride to work. I took the long way.
17 years later, almost to the day, I found myself rolling up the same exact mountain valley burbling along the edges of Sutter Creek and bathed in a sense of Déjà vu. I have been here before.
A photo I took that day in 2006 of Hayabusa #1 had been a favorite for many years.
I would try and find that exact spot and recreate the photo with Hayabusa #4.
I tried, but 17 years later, it all looked so different. The trees had expanded and grown, there were more homes along the creek than I remember from that day nearly two decades ago. Finally, I stopped and shot the photo, but it didn’t feel quite the same.
See ya when you get here.
My normal 45-mile commute spontaneously expanded to a 100-mile ride to work. I took the long way.
17 years later, almost to the day, I found myself rolling up the same exact mountain valley burbling along the edges of Sutter Creek and bathed in a sense of Déjà vu. I have been here before.
A photo I took that day in 2006 of Hayabusa #1 had been a favorite for many years.
I would try and find that exact spot and recreate the photo with Hayabusa #4.
I tried, but 17 years later, it all looked so different. The trees had expanded and grown, there were more homes along the creek than I remember from that day nearly two decades ago. Finally, I stopped and shot the photo, but it didn’t feel quite the same.