I often have the pleasure of riding my bicycle in the Flint Hills of Kansas. Rolling. Rugged. Steep and flat. And in the spring, emerald green. As I pedal the miles away I am often torn between riding for time and miles or, as what usually wins out, is that I ride and stop, ride and stop, ride and stop and wonder. The rides are for thinking, exercise and prayer. The stops are to photograph, observe and to wonder.
Fascination has always clouded my logical thinking when I come upon structures that time has forgotten. Of course, this isn’t true with just the Flint Hills…yet the wonder is especially amplified as I pass through this rugged land.
Husband. Father. Bicyclist. Jayhawks basketball fan. Real estate guy.
I am the father of four children, one of which succumbed to mental health issues at twenty years old. Along side my work in the real estate world I fight to bring awareness to the struggles of people with disabilities and mental health issues and for the families that love them. And since two of our children are adopted, that is an issue near and dear to my heart, as well.
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