Project 52: Week 49 - Where once sat a proud rider...
... now sits only dust. Abandoned bikes in the barn where I store my Motor Home during the winter months. I liked the way they were caught by a beam of low autumn sunlight coming through a crack in the wall.
As you probably know I'm quite found of bikes - this is one of the most poetic and beautiful, yet alternative, picture I've seen of bikes. Nice one Richard, easy fav!
Well lit, great texture. I may still have one from my stint in India where the leather on an old school saddle was worn through, with springs showing; couldn't have been much fun to pilot.
