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Bicycle's going in so Rhys can swap out the single speed kit.
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Neighbor decides to spray paint car parking zone indicators. Fantastically anal. Rough plan is to, on occasion, muck up the system ever so slightly.
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The weeds are as lovely as they are tall in the morning sunlight.
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Tourists. Probably Brits. Fresh from LAX, no doubt. No one really drives brand new "catch me" red Dodge Challengers.
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The climb up Topanga Canyon slows for a delivery truck.
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Will comes for lunch. He and Rhys talk bicycles.
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I beer myself for lunch. Tacos. We manage to avoid the FIreman rush at the counter and get our order in before theirs. Will and Rhys continue to talk bicycles.
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Lance calls. Mini Ramp Session this afternoon. My proper sports photo gear, with me all week, is not today. I shoot manual focus, manual exposure with a 35mm f/2 lens. It's fine. Good practice. I use the viewfinder.
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Shane rocks. Lance plays with Ollie, the German Shepherd.
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Kyle hurts his shin. Can't put his weight on it.
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Lance rips.
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I don't have my sports kit and I'm working manual focus and just shooting manual exposure. It's fun. A different kind of shooting. Lock focus. 35mm focal length. Frame as best as I can.
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Borland Brothers.
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Bail.
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Shane's turned the music on. It says that she likes her bass down low. Uhn, Uhn, Uhn. And so on..
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The music is still on.
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Bob finds his line. Transitions are funky.
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Lance works on getting big.
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Frontside Br'er Rabbit.
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Now its just fun.
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Treehouse Mini Ramp
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That's it. Sun's setting. Plus bad kitchen table tattoos.
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What's next?
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Jokes and stories. The usual.
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That's it.