Sunlight, Doorways, and a Naked Girl with a Very Large Foot.
People sometimes ask about my interest in photography – what triggered the initial desire to wake before dawn and peddle the streets, looking for that next shot. For me, it’s likely a terrible thing to admit but this didn’t happen immediately.
My dad had a love of gadgets and technology. Something he wanted to pass down was his love for cameras – I though was focused on other things like motorcycles and SU carburetors… tearing them apart, rebuilding them and hanging out at the track…
Peddling to Amsterdam
The one thing I love about travelling is not having a vehicle – it’s the idea of being self propelled that makes me smile. There’s an infectious grin that spreads when I manage to acquire a bicycle. I’m transformed into a little kid again, whipping down the street as fast as I can go – streamers flapping and peddles flying…
an oasis of antique motorcycles in hiroshima
Back when I was living/working in Hiroshima, I would ride my bicycle to work each day and each day at lunch time I would ride with some of my coworkers to the 7-11 for sushi. It was our normal routine and a nice way to break up the day.
Sometimes I would get a bit antsy and ride further into the neighborhood – looking to see what was there. Fifteen minutes of glory before making a u-turn and swinging back round to the office.
One very ordinary day, I was doing just this – peddling down an unknown street in search of a grocery store I’d heard of…