They never last more than a day or two, but the lotuses sure are pretty when they open.

My friend Bik, posing for his formal portrait, insisted on taking one with me, too, telling everyone, "This is my friend."

Flying Bird Paramotors Chiang Mai flying just before sunset.

Holy crap! Estimated magnitude 4.9 earthquake, epicenter just the other side of the Myanmar border.

Getting lost on my bike is temporarily suspended while the hot season is upon us; 38°C/101°F high UV, high humidity days are not conducive to outdoor exercise, so I restrict my cycling to early mornings and late evenings.

Purple lotus at the temple, a bunny stretching before a workout, getting rose gardening tips from a lady with 500 organic rosebushes she grows for tea.

A bit hot for a long ride today, so just a pic of our front yard.

Getting lost again: a wisteria tree in full bloom, a young monk hits the books at Wat Muang Ton, and my new friend Coffee, who raises exotic chickens and prize-winning water buffalo.

My primary hobby these days is trying to get lost: I turn my trusty e-bike down some little side soi I've never taken before and find out where it leads. Today I stumbled upon lovely Wat Rong Wua Daeng.

Wat San Pa Daeng. This one is well off the beaten path, and has been undergoing restoration and reconstruction for more than 20 years. I spied the unique white pagoda on a previous bike ride, and went back today for a closer look.

Okay, I was never a Twit, but I'm willing to give this a shot.