Riding along this morning, I wondered why it is that certain things tug at me to stop and take pictures of them. More accurately, I asked myself why the hell it is that I can’t take a decent picture of a tree or a landscape or an animal. Everything I stop for is weird, motoring-related, a husk of its former self or is generally manmade.
And it isn’t that I don’t appreciate the beauty of the natural world. I’m awed by it. But I can’t seem to capture its greatness inside my phone.
Are our go-to subjects a reflection of who we are? Many of us motorcycle-types use our bikes as our own stand-ins. So what does it mean when we place our two-wheeled selves in those settings? Something? Anything? Nothing at all?