Another biker rally, another rare chance to meet up with the parents.
Every year it’s the same, same bikes, same riders, same foot pedestrians, same grey sky, same tragic pub band getting to play outside pretending to be AC/DC. But I keep going back, why? because I like staring at people and admiring their desire to be what they want to be, and yes some who are what they think they should be.
If you want more, you got to clickety click that button.
Today I am proving a point. Yet another point yes, but a point nonetheless.
I like it when you can stick three words together and not get a red squiggly line underneath it.
So what is this point you ask? The point is, anyone can go and take a photo of random people on the street. You can stop a guy carrying his dog and rat and ask to take his photo.
What it is not, is art. Or documentary, or journalistic, or anything else, it’s just a throw away picture, it has no value, it has no interest, it just is what it is.
And Now I duck for the onslaught of pretense and pomposity.
