We went bridge jumping this Week.

We jumped from the Plano / Hibbard Brdige, and plummeted into the warm waters of the Snake River. The last time I had an opportunity to jump from a Brdige (the Fourth of July) I turned it down. This time I accepted the challenge, or the temptation; the joy? 

Local people hung around all over the barrier. Some jumped from it. Some cursed. Some cursed. We didn't. Some apologized for us being from Rexburg. We didn't. 

Parker did a back flip. He did a back flip again. Then Jordan did a back flip. Joe thought about it. Parker and Jordan did a back flip together.

I photographed.

 

Taken with my Nikkormatt FT

Confessions of a Bike Rider

I want to get something off of my chest. I ride bikes. But thats not the real confession. I ride bikes, but I'm not a bike mechanic.

I am conflating two bikes into one, presently. Preparing for my epic bike tour back home to Covington, WA. In the process of conflation, I removed my bike stand from one bike, and began to attach it to its destined new bike. I situated it in the right place, and tightened the bolt. I tightened it some more, and some more, and some more; right before the climax I remembered a similar moment, about a year a go, when I over tightened my brakes and stripped the bolt. Right at that moment, the top of my kickstand shattered and snapped. Darn. Pretty weak metal, no? Now I had a broken kickstand.

But thats not all. I managed to bricolier (bricolage) a spacer for the now broken kickstand and attempted to salvage its use. When all was said and nearly done, the kickstand remained a mite too long, so attempted to bend it out farther. No luck. Shortly after applying force, the kickstand snapped into two. Now I held a twice broken kickstand. Most impressive. At this point, I'd like for you, the reader, to realize the intensity of the word "snap" in this instance. This was not your ordinary "snap". This was the kind of life threatening "SNAP" that makes you want to "hide your wife and hide your kids", to look around to make sure nobody can see you because you know they heard you. 

That being said, I don't think anybody heard me, so I confessed to my roommate and his lady inside. They understood.

I am George Simons. I ride bikes, and I break my kickstands not once, but twice in the same night.

One partial Role of Film

I bought the role in the basement of the Romney. I needed something to help maintain my sanity. I figured some exposure would work. I try unsuccessfully not to speak in riddles. Sometimes my photographs are more straight forward. Sometimes their not. You decide.

This is Rexburg.