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Today is December 26. 12/26. Which brings to mind Bob Howes snapping the ball to Wilkie, #12,  who pinned it for toe-first Dave Cutler, #26. I think Howes was #53. Which is how old I am on this 12/26.

The 26th of the month has a kind of manufactured significance this year. Every day for six months, starting on June 26, I have pedalled my bicycle. Each day I have taken a pic during the ride. As a way to try to notice, and not just see.

On June 26, the telephone wires in the alley played cat's cradle.



On July 26, the leafed elms along 91 Ave still blocked the sky.



On August 26, I rode with these characters as the city celebrated the downtown bike network.



On September 26, red made us stop.



On October 26, the dark blues and blacks of morning framed a streak of sunrise.



On November 26, I rode to feed the chickadees.



On December 26,  I contemplated the road ahead.



In an article in 1897, the English writer and humorist Jerome K. Jerome wrote: "From inquiries I have made, I gather that, taking the average, a person can learn the bicycle in six months, provided they don't miss a single day."

I have not missed a single day of bicycle riding in the past six months. Not just because I don't want to miss a single day of bicycle riding. I don't want to miss a single day. Riding a bicycle is just the best way I have found to slow things down to the speed of being able to notice.

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  1. pouzar9927 December 2017 at 14:19

    I love the 'feeding the Chickadees' photo. I've done that many times. Keep on peddling.

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    1. Glenn Kubish28 December 2017 at 06:21

      I love those little creatures, too! Thanks for the good word.

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