This bike was alongside docked houseboats at the Bassin de l’Arsenal near the Seine south of Bastille. It looked forlorn with one flat tire and the other missing.
This afternoon’s plaything.
I’m doing a series on clouds with a technique under development. Not much of the sea here as I was shooting on a cliff and didn’t want to include waves. I’m using a mirrorless camera with a manual lens so that I don’t have to monkey around with autofocus which just gets in the way for these images.
Clearly there must be something hallucinogenic in the waters of Redwood Creek. It seems to be getting worse. Time to get back to more normal stuff.
BTW, this is an alder most likely broken by a falling tree in a storm.
Locally, trees with hanging moss are sometimes called Spirit Trees.
Back to whimsicality. Enjoy.
For five months, on and off, I’ve been trying to get this image to reflect both the subject and the area in which we live. You’d think that a snapshot would suffice. It didn’t. I kept coming back to it. I’m done with it for now.