So this is shaping up to be another trying winter on a bicycle. Most days I enjoy it, but other times I don’t. There is something really fun and satisfying about propelling one’s self through the snow on a bike. But I’d also be lying if I didn’t say this is about the time I begin to pine for spring and summer. Anyhow, the photos (in descending order and beginning below) are this…Allentown–my neighborhood–at dusk on a cold night. The next photo is of Frank and Teresa’s Anchor bar. And for those who are reading this but not from the area, this is the restaurant where “Buffalo-style” chicken wings originated, but around these parts they are just called wings. The next photo is of a cross on an abandoned church I rode passed the other day. The way the rusted cross shone in the winter’s sun while it cast a shadow on boarded up stained glass windows, stopped me in my tracks. There are a lot of metaphors in that photo, and I could go on, but I won’t. The next two photos I took today….trees and birds in the snow on a cold day. Click any photo for a larger view.