I hate to pull stuff from the dusty web-filled corners of my hard drive, but I was revisiting some things and found this photo I took at New Smyrna Beach a few years back. I didn't think much of it at the time, but at the moment I would give anything to be that man on the bike. In fact, I've been staring at this image long enough now that I can even hear the waves break and smell the salty air. The other image caught my eye too, so even though it has nothing to do with bicycles and beaches, I thought i'd go ahead and include it anyway. So here's to a little envy, nostalgia and boredom.
