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| York River State Park. It's easy going down on the River View Trail. Hard going up. |
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| Sweet cheeks. He knows it make me happy when he lets me take his photo. What a good son. |
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| Bug! |
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| At the cross trail, I stopped to take a photo. I was stalling because as family navigator I was lost. The sun sets in the West. Glad this was not a ride at high noon. |
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| My DSLR is no fun in the backpack, so while I rode my mountain bike I slung it over my shoulders and took some shots in motion from the hip. My husband warned me it was dangerous. We both remember when I flipped over my handle bars July 4th. Ha, I laugh at danger to get the shot... I never really got a good shot but I'm hooked on the possibility. |
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| York River in the evening. North of the Coleman Bridge and Yorktown, VA. |
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| Great views and trails. |
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| The blur tells a story. The story is, I'm not very good, yet. |
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| Does that Blackberry have to go EVERYWHERE with us? Chuck it into the river with the Revolutionary War cannons for the archeologists to find. |
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