Jackson turned suddenly and pulled away from Paulette. There was so much about her that he didn’t understand. He had thought he knew who she was and what she wanted with her life but as he glanced back at her, her skirt swinging lightly around her knees, the sun playing through her golden brown hair his stomach twisted and turned. This was not someone he could just walk away from was it? He knew that so much of their lives had been announced, determined, and foreordained from their first moments in this clearing in the glade. He tore himself away, it would have to be something different, someone different and he turned to run, to the dark cool corner of the yard that lead down to the stream and out.
When you explore on bike you see things that you wouldn’t see in a car, including, especially other bikes. This bike was back from the road almost completely hidden in the overgrowing rain forest. I really liked the way that the curve of the wheel disappears into the ferns and other undergrowth to create a half circle. The curve of the circle pulls the eye around and into the mysterious dark spot at the back of the frame. I love it when an image has a little mystery, a hidden story.