I Was Once 25 - Sleeping Lessons

Near the door, he stood for a long while contemplating the nude studies painted at Boutin's; his eyes lit up with the pleasure of a connoisseur, though he kept them carefully shaded under his heavy lids. He had talent, and a real feeling for life, this young maniac, if only he wouldn't waste his time on things nobody wanted!
From The Masterpiece, by Emile Zola


Worked in the darkroom the past couple of days. I don't expect the results to be so great at first because it has been 3 months since I have last made prints.

I was once 25, No. 1
Ward Smith



I was once 25, No. 2
Chicago Beach




The Railyard, Autumn Study



I was once 25, No. 3
Ward Smith 2




I was once 25, No. 4
Wells Street, Chicago



I was once 25, No. 5
Chicago Beach 2

Friday and Saturday I biked for 90 minutes and also included some running at the cemetery when I took a break from biking loops. Yesterday I ran 25 minutes, that seems to be about the maximum time my legs can take for now.

My biking strength, however, is improving quickly, I am capable of riding 60 minutes of hard loops without break, and my leg muscles are adapting to this new type of exercise.

Today my knee feels a little stiff, so I will just take it easy and recover from the past week's work.