One never knows what the creative impulse is doing. Things appear and disappear for less than obvious reasons.

“…the rewriting ultimately had to take place between my ears.” Yes, me too.

“The Vespa is almost like a toy I place in the scene.” Wow, true. Now you’ve got me sitting here wondering if the Vespa represents my own identity in my own photographed scenes. I’ll have to unpack that idea.

Thank you Gordon.

Escape definitely. And for me an added element of transformation. I’m not the same guy I was when I started riding. And I don’t mean older!

Thank you David. I’m enjoying making the videos and the exploration they enable. Who knows where it will take me.

Makes sense. Good luck on your continuing journies.

Dark days are part of the ebb and flow of life. I suppose without them how would one truly appreciate those days of light and happiness?

I relate to the rewriting of the world. For me, the rewriting ultimately had to take place between my ears. I am powerless over the external world.

The Vespa is almost like toy I place in the scene. Like you, there is something oddly compelling about it for me but I can’t explain it. I’ve not found the same to be true with the motorcycle.