Sabbatical

Dear readers,
The time has come for me to pause from the whirl of daily blogging for some well earned rest. Unplugged it will be: a week without Facebook, Flickr, Google Analytics, or Twitter. Oh, what will we do with ourselves? It's been a while since our escape last summer to revisit familiar haunts in Washington, DC and Maryland. This year, the old world beckons us to Paris and Amsterdam. Yes, I plan to ride a Dutch bicycle in the Netherlands and see the Seine from a boat. While a backlog of portraits combined with the wonders of automation might keep up appearances, missing would be my constant attention to the minutia of blogging, the very reason this holiday has become so necessary. Another Atlantan in a similar pickle is bound for The London Tweed Run. Now there will be a story. Look for all this and more great street style after we return.
Cameron

Georgia Rides To The Capitol

More than 1000 cyclists braved the wind and snow flurries this morning to speak with one voice for all who ride in Georgia.

Savannah Cycling, Part II

Redbook is not the only magazine to feature my photography this season. The spring issue of Momentum takes a look at cycling in Georgia's first city, Savannah. Such an assignment I could not refuse. First imagined by General Oglethorpe for agriculture, commerce and defense, the network of traffic-calming squares conspires with a balmy climate and flat terrain to make the town a cyclists' paradise 280 years on. Everyone rides and few bother with helmets. For two lovely December days, I was one of them.

Savannah Cycling, Part I

Redbook is not the only magazine to feature my photography this season. The spring issue of Momentum takes a look at cycling in Georgia's first city, Savannah. Such an assignment I could not refuse. First imagined by General Oglethorpe for agriculture, commerce and defense, the network of traffic-calming squares conspires with a balmy climate and flat terrain to make the town a cyclists' paradise 280 years on. Everyone rides and few bother with helmets. For two lovely December days, I was one of them.