This morning, while riding my bike to work, I noticed the beauty in the mundane. So often, I ignore what I’ve already experienced: the patch of pink roses Albertson’s tends next to their store, the clouds in the sky, the smells of flowers, and grass, and the pancakes, syrup, and bacon from IHOP.

I find when I’m riding slowly on my bike, everything seems new.

Maybe I’m just trying to justify taking (and posting) yet more pictures from my regular photo spot.

Day 13 on the bike this year.