It has been quite a while since I participated in one of Cee’s Photo Challenges but today is the day I get back into my photography groove. This week’s challenge is bicycles, tricycles, motorcycles, and wagons. I did a deep dive in my archives and didn’t come up with much, so maybe between now and the next challenge (Tuesday) I will see if I can add a few more.
This one has been used before but in black and white. I much prefer the color. A bit fuzzy because it was taken behind glass. Not to mention the several glasses of tequila I had before taking it.
My excursion to the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally a few years ago provided me with more photographs of motorcycles than I will ever need. I couldn’t decide on a singe cycle, so I used a group photo.
I’m not sure I would like traveling far in one of these wagons
These old-school bicycles caught my eye. The bright yellow didn’t hurt.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Ronda Del Boccio for this week’s prompt.
Amy had one wish…solitude.
Her hectic life kept her busy morning to night.
Always doing something for everyone else, never herself.
She often dreamed of running away, someplace quiet, and peaceful.
Taos sounded nice.
The speeding car came out of nowhere.
Everyone said Amy was lucky to be alive.
Quietly they whispered, she might not be so lucky after all.
What kind of life was it to exist on a breathing tube, paralyzed from the neck down?
Through the small space between the planters on her window sill, Amy silently watched the world go by.