Bicycles in the sun and in the rain. Leaning against a wall, a fence, propped up on a stand or on the beach. Laden with fire wood, carrying a child’s seat or touring panniers. Blue, green, purple, black or red. New or old, cheap or fancy, city cruiser, mountain bike or tandem… the possibilities and variations are endless. All with their own character, everyone a piece of beauty.
But it’s just a bike, isn’t it? Like there are many millions more, six million bicycles in Beijing alone? Probably more.
Each and every one has a story to tell; carries a load of questions and answers.
Each and every one carries a promise.
The promise of a journey, an adventure, of going somewhere…
Does it matter?