Sunset... or galactic event? I wondered that myself, this summer's evening at the Arno.
I wait for you. Free. No locks, no chains, no promises, no time. Ready to roll. Anxious to go. But I wait. For you.
Rome, Italy What photographer doesn't have a thing for bikes in Italy? Rhetorical question. I just know that I do. They don't always present as demurely as this one though. Sweetly, unabashedly pink... country girl in the big city baskets balanced perfectly. Attached with a honkin' big chain, because she IS in the big city and who wouldn't want to claim her for their own? Textures, colors, story... yum.
