Back on image 11 I mentioned the police delivered a message to me. One reason I was so easy to find was; first it was a small town, but more important I, like most kids of the day, was out and about on my bicycle. In those days we got out right after breakfast and came home in time for supper. Living in a small town, before the era of scanners and such, the only way you knew something was going on was to listen for the emergency vehicles, and the bicycle allowed you to hear and get there. I carried my camera in a Knapsack, purchased from the Army-Navy Surplus store, attached to the rear luggage rack of the bicycle. I played the part of photojournalist for several years mounted on my trusty Columbia bicycle.
Most of my photos except street shots are envisioned before the Image is captured. This one is no exception. I envisioned an old style bicycle with handlebars that looked like handle bars. Do you know how hard it is to find an old style bicycle; almost impossible. Seems like modern bicycles are like modern cameras, it is difficult to find a quality camera or bicycle without a bunch of seldom used bells and whistles.
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