More to See
A bicycle is a simple mode of transportation. But I often wonder the stories we see in them. Old rusted parts, a very sentimental bell, or a saddle that has taken the rider around the world. Here I look at bikes closer than we normally would.
A rusted bell on a Dutch bike.
A person on a bicycle whizzes by on a Thursday in Portland
A bike waiting for its rider
A bike worse for wear, but it look ideal on this Dutch canal.
A bike park, with dozens of bikes waiting to get home.
The Brooks B17 is a beloved seat for many. It looks great in the forest, half a world away from where its leather was stretched across its metal frame.
This is what dirt up to the axles looks like. What you can't see is every stroke of the pedals digging through the mud. When every foot feels like a mile. And then, when I cleared the mud the miles of mud hitting the back of my head. This is that aftermath.
A man in Hiroshima bikes and smokes. I assume he's heading home after work.
A restaurant just off a bike route. Offers high calorie foods and decor meant for the local cyclists.
I wonder what happened to this poor bike, and more importantly its rider. The wheels are bent, and yet it is locked to the post.
A cargo bike carries everything through life.
