On my way home

I work in a very densely populated area of north Dallas. I cross I-75, the Central Expressway, everyday going to work. Well actually, going to work I cross under the freeway and over it on my way home. A few days ago, I blipped a calm pond created by damming of a creek. This is about a mile upstream. Instead of having a low water crossing, they decided to put a bridge across the span. When it is not raining, the creek is almost dry exposing the rocks along the creek bottom and shore. Soon, we hope to be having a lot of rain which will make this creek into a raging river flushing all the garbage further downstream.

This is my commuter bike. Heavy as hell, but rides nice and can carry my computer, Nook, lunch, change of clothes and whatever else I want to drag along. Not as sexy as my road bike, but a lot more practical.