A black and white self-portrait. I am a white woman with a helmet on and a camera in front of my face crouched in front a road mirror beneath cycle path signs. My bicycle rests on a post. Beyond a lane with leafy bushes can be seen.

Like many folks, I commute to work.
Unlike many folks, I commute by bicycle.

Every working day, I cycle eight to ten miles to work, followed by the same distance on the way home. At times I have cycled within cities, weaving my ways through parks, alleyways, crossing main arteries, and following rivers. Other times I have cycled along country lanes, dodging tractors and cars going far too fast, stopping to chat to horses and sheep, racing slow trains, and ducking to avoid overgrown brambles.

My commutes can be difficult when wind pushes against me or my body demands a rest, but always they are rewarding. They connect me to the land, awaken my senses, and remind me to live. I feel the seasons in a way none of my colleagues seem to. I delight in the rain and sun. I witness the growth of flowers and decay of leaves. Those miles are a powerful antidote to long hours sitting at a desk, my body inert, my eyes trained on a screen.

I have long taken the habit to document my commutes. I carry a camera and notebook, recording what I sense and experience. I bear witness.

I try out ideas. I discard ideas. I return to the same ideas.

I share the results here and there, never quite collecting or collating the resulting work into something coherent. Still, one day I probably will. Until such time, this page can serve as a repository of sorts, a place that acknowledges the creative space and time of my commutes

A dirt footpath bordered by a field. A horse stands in the background in the field. In the forground a cat rests on wooden steps.

A canal with leafy trees around. Bridges cross the canal. City buildings are visible in a summer haze.

A group of cyclists are stopped by a traffic light. Most are wearing shorts and t-shirts, most have a foot on the ground.

A cyclist next to a fenced off allotment goes downhill. Hot air ballons are peppered throughout the sky.

A small shed sits disused and in disrepair in long grass under the shade of trees.

A train makes its way on a single track between very leafy trees.

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