tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83057463463944513022011-08-07T04:56:05.037-07:00I may drive the same route to and from work, but there is plenty to see... just need to look harder.Jonoreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305746346394451302.post-20829405739508076402009-03-04T10:54:00.000-08:002009-03-04T11:05:23.753-08:00I ride the night-time scalextric<br />monotonous in movement<br />fixated by light<br />the smiling moon as my wingman<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305746346394451302-2082940573950807640?l=pedaltothefloorandmindful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305746346394451302.post-63273346094948122812009-02-09T07:29:00.000-08:002009-02-09T07:35:23.491-08:00The bright sea of umbrellas bob across East Andrews Park,<div>red, spotted, floral, transparent, blue, stripy and pink,</div><div>beacons of light on a wet, grey day.<br /><div><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305746346394451302-6327334609494812281?l=pedaltothefloorandmindful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305746346394451302.post-63021933382920696462009-02-03T05:02:00.000-08:002009-02-03T05:08:43.464-08:00The overnight blanket slows the roads<div>as the morning sludge grows</div><div>drivers take the risk</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305746346394451302-6302193338292069646?l=pedaltothefloorandmindful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305746346394451302.post-32980166306712231492009-01-08T08:23:00.001-08:002009-01-08T08:40:37.846-08:00Townhouse windows ablaze with the reflection of the setting winter sun,<br />a rose tinted haze gives softness to the encroaching expansion of the town<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305746346394451302-3298016630671223149?l=pedaltothefloorandmindful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305746346394451302.post-44776863437388774692009-01-05T02:12:00.000-08:002009-01-05T02:18:52.288-08:00The end of festivities litter Southampton's streets.<br />A christmas tree protrudes from a trade waste skip,<br />gold and silver wrapping paper spills from bins,<br />empty boxes stacked against walls.<br />Christmas colours fade to January grey<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305746346394451302-4477686343738877469?l=pedaltothefloorandmindful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305746346394451302.post-78254472754463284412008-12-16T03:55:00.000-08:002008-12-16T04:02:43.562-08:00Houndwell Park is lifeless<div>no movement or sound</div><div>the imposing fog lies heavy in the air</div><div>darkened veins fade</div><div>as the avenues of trees reach for life</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305746346394451302-7825447275446328441?l=pedaltothefloorandmindful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305746346394451302.post-29384288938632080262008-12-12T01:55:00.000-08:002008-12-12T01:59:39.275-08:00Motionless, the cranes stand over Southampton, their outline faint but their presence imposing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305746346394451302-2938428893863208026?l=pedaltothefloorandmindful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305746346394451302.post-59257911079312541162008-12-08T02:18:00.000-08:002008-12-08T02:28:11.754-08:00Naked with a dusting of frost, the envious oaks surround the proud horse chestnut tree whose remaining burnt orange palmate leaves illuminate Palmerston Park.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305746346394451302-5925791107931254116?l=pedaltothefloorandmindful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305746346394451302.post-22048022800187816052008-12-02T03:31:00.000-08:002008-12-02T03:32:28.578-08:00A plane leave the frosty Tuesday morning through an open letterbox in Southampton's pallid sky.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305746346394451302-2204802280018781605?l=pedaltothefloorandmindful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305746346394451302.post-90441522369902425352008-11-27T01:18:00.000-08:002008-11-27T02:07:20.335-08:00A plastic white bag hangs from a roadside branch gently flapping in the wind. <div>I wonder if the tree is surrendering to winter or the traffic ridden carriage way. </div><div>Either way, the young tree can not take much more.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305746346394451302-9044152236990242535?l=pedaltothefloorandmindful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305746346394451302.post-4373194985463858682008-11-25T01:11:00.000-08:002008-11-25T01:15:29.188-08:00An army of Ugg boots march for the 09:00 lecture, eta: 09:10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305746346394451302-437319498546385868?l=pedaltothefloorandmindful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305746346394451302.post-63593161121833685022008-11-24T01:17:00.000-08:002008-11-24T01:26:03.537-08:00The gentle-faced Headmaster stands on the corner of the cross roads and welcomes his lively pupils on a cold blustery Monday morning.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305746346394451302-6359316112183368502?l=pedaltothefloorandmindful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305746346394451302.post-89092503514793570872008-11-21T03:00:00.000-08:002008-11-21T03:10:21.108-08:00Patiently, they wait in the bus shelter: the chocolate Frijj laid on it's side, the orange juice contemplating the half full or half empty theory and the can of ginger beer looking inconspicuous in the corner.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305746346394451302-8909250351479357087?l=pedaltothefloorandmindful.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonoreply@blogger.com0