TBT Bicycle Bones

I hardly ever do Throwback Thursday because I usually forget until Thursday is gone. I hate it when that happens ūüôā

So today I decided to participate (because I remembered). Ha! ¬†This image is one that I had always wanted to capture each time I drove by it. ¬†I call it Bicycle Bones. The problem was that it’s on a very busy street in Tucson and I never was able to stop on that busy street. ¬†So one day I decided to go into the cross street and wait for the traffic to whiz by long enough to make my break onto the road. ¬†After waiting for a long time, I finally got my chance. I pulled out, rolled down the passenger window and took my shot, alternating between watching the rear view mirror for traffic and zooming out to get the image … call it multi-tasking. Sure was fun! I think my “photog” guardian angel had my back. ¬†Namaste’


Regina (Reggie) Arnold is a “flunked retirement” entrepreneur, co-author of The Art & Science of Recruiting, an award-winning photographic artist, and photo blogger.

Ye Olde Bicycle Rack

This is a bicycle rack in front of a restaurant that I’ve been to often and never even noticed it. ¬†Normally I park in a different spot but today there it was … right in front of me. ¬†The designer made it look somewhat old and yet new because the handlebars look like a 10-speed. ¬†Photographing this made me think of my first bicycle when I was about eight years old. ¬†It was the classic Pee Wee Herman style with fenders, fat tires and all, and I absolutely loved that bike! ¬†Me and my bike spent many happy days riding the brick streets of Marysville, Kansas (yes, that’s where I hail from originally).

My best friend and I would play chicken and unfortunately for me, no one chickened out so my front fender got rather crinkled a few times. ¬†I would take it to my Grandpa; he would scold me, but then pound out the dents. ¬†(I, to this very day, think I had the best Grandpa in the entire cosmos). ¬†We had an arrangement … he wouldn’t tell my Mom if I promised to stop playing chicken. ¬†Uh, that didn’t work out so well, but that’s a story for another day – lol!

I wish I still had the bike but if I close my eyes, I can see it plain as day, feel my feet on the pedals and the vibration of riding on those brick streets. ¬†I knew where every crack in the bricks was and how to swerve around them. ¬†Wow! ¬†What a feeling! ¬†Namaste’



Hang It Up

I’ve been wanting to get this picture for a long time but it’s on a road with a lot of traffic and you know me … don’t want to get mowed down by an oncoming vehicle. ¬†What fun would that be? ¬†Besides, I wouldn’t be able to complete my 366 project. ¬†So I waited on a side street until there was a very large gap in traffic, then pulled out, stopped long enough to get the photo through the passenger side window and sped off. ¬†I felt like a thief in the night ūüôā ¬†Wow! ¬†It was fun!

Whoever hung these bicycle parts on their fence must want the world to know that their bicycling days are over … or they’re paying homage to an old bike … or whatever else made them create this display. ¬†Maybe they just felt like “hanging it up.” ¬†Namaste’