Eddie’s Tire Shop, N Georgia

North Georgia has many rural roads and ‘old’ businesses, some active, some closed down; serving mainly the local community. While on my rides, such old and dated places catch my attention and I have to stop and take pictures with the bike. This place, now closed permanently, is along Highway 9 which runs to Dahlonega – foothills of the North Georgia mountains.

Eddie’s Tire Shop North Georgia has many rural roads and ‘old’ businesses, some active, some closed down; serving mainly the local community. While on my rides, such old and dated places catch my attention and I have to stop and take pictures with the bike. This place, now closed permanently, is along Highway 9 which runs to Dahlonega – foothills of the North Georgia mountains.

Photo taken at: Eddie’s Tires

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Ride Log | Mar 20, 2016 | FJR1300AE | Burnt Mountain, GA

March 20, 2016
Start Odo: 5308
End Odo: 5397
Miles Covered: 89 (Inching ever so slowly towards the triple digit ride day!)
Destination: Burnt Mountain, GA
Weather Outlook: High: 54°F, 12°C | Low: 39°F, 4°C | Light clouds and Windy
Ride: Yamaha FJR1300 AE

Unless the ride days are planned and set in stone, I tend to let the weekend mornings slide. I should really Plan the Ride and Ride the Plan, to avoid reducing the riding time available and thus making sure I can put in some longer triple digit rides. The weather forecast called for a cool windy ride. The FJR1300AE was fuelled up and ready to take flight. The plan was to head over to the Burnt Mountain lookout point. One of the stops when I rode with the WeekendRiderz Group on Sept 28, 2015. There would be one stop along the way. At Stancils Store. One of my favorite locations to take pictures of the bike.

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Short Videos using the Splice iOS App

Mobile apps make it so easy to create. Whatever your passion or interests may be. Shooting videos has became so easy. iPhones, well OK – Smartphones – (can’t have the non-iOS folks feel left out, can we?), cameras with video capabilities and the ever popular GoPro. Videos in the droves. However, until recently, editing the videos, enhancing them to tell somewhat of a story meant huge software  programs in the computer. With the advent of the smartphones and tablets and the associated apps, the complete life cycle of a video – raw to finished, published (read as YouTubed) product can be completed entirely on a mobile device. And with that the Splice App.

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The Valley Green

 

Mountain range surrounding Leh, Ladakh; As seen from the Shanti Stupa, Leh

The day after we arrived in Leh, we had the morning to ourselves. #PoshGoondas were free to amble around town; try and get some Indian money out of the ATMs (that’s another story for another day); or do a bit of sightseeing which Jatin, I and Kalpesh decided to do. Nimish was off Snow Leopard spotting.

After visiting the Leh Palace, we went up to the Shanti Stupa. A nice, serene, spiritual location. Although walking barefoot on the sun baked tiled floor was a task. Perched at an elevation, we could look down on various sections that made up Leh, ensconced in the Valley. With it being a dry day, the skies were pristine blue, the clouds snow white and the land saturated in arid browns or lush green. The view of the fertile greens snaking along the valley, appeared to look like a tree lined river finding its course as allowed by the Mountains, as if standing guard. And this scape overseen by the snow capped mountains in the yonder. Such stark terrains, coexisting. Perhaps in co-dependence. Another of Ma Nature’s tapestries.

“Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.”
/Theodore Roethke

The Spiti

 
Along Spiti River, just before Kaza, Himachal Pradesh. India.

This shot has been a favorite of mine on many fronts. The memory surrounding it primarily. The composition. The colors. Usual suspects that make up an image. But for me, specially so.

We came to this point on our #PoshGoondas ride after a fairly wet, drenching ride from Nako, via Tabo Monastery. As we ate up the kilometers, the skies cleared up to show off the uniquely blue tint, white clouds and some decent but dirt/gravel roads. The arid, yet mesmerizing landscape we passed through practically tore us between enjoying the ride or stopping every minute to capture Nature as we had never seen before. This particular spot was where the Spiti River was at its widest. As we turned a corner, the world opened up. Spirit River in a wide delta area with sand banks and rocks interspersed, dotting the waters and creating mini wakes, as the water flowed around, past and over them. The road along one shore, and mountain along the other, lined with lush green Trees along bottom. Suffice to say, we spent quite some time enjoying the vista, trying to capture as much as we could into our mind’s camera.
It was easy to cross the river on foot at most sections along sand banks and rocks. The elevation still left us breathless on any sort of exertion and we tread slowly but surely towards the middle. Beyond this point the river flow was stronger and deeper. This spot was about the furthest I could go – trying to get close to the middle for a good composition. Taking a picture low over the water and looking out through the valley; I had to get a shot. I had to bend low and compose the shot through the the tilted LCD screen. This pressed on the lungs and added to the breathlessness caused by the elevation. Few quick shots and I was done! That or being prone in water gasping for air.
In my mind this shot really does justice to the expansive mountains, valleys and the enormous skies! Add to that, the smooth – almost machined smooth – rocks on the river bed. The brown dull waters, the shinning smooth colorful rocks, the lush trees leading the eye through the valley with its brown arid mountains and up to the blue skies protected by the white-gray blanket of clouds.

The spot; vivid and memorable.
This image; a favorite for years to come.

“There will always be rocks in the road ahead of us.
They will be stumbling blocks or stepping stones;
It all depends on how you use them”
/Freidrich Nietzche