While everyone else on our trip was frantically running towards the ocean while in Bermuda I insisted on staying behind, I mean how much can you really char your skin? Besides, the masses where starting to get to me at this point (day 7) so I left the ship at my leisure - camera in hand. Originally I wanted to photograph the islands flowers but stumbled upon this, it was a little stream coming from the Atlantic waters into this Little village - to my surprise I didn't only find one bike but two in this stream. How did it get there? Why did it get there? Who put it there and I wonder if anyone else knew of them. There was a lost peacefulness that connected the water and the bicycles. The freedom of riding a bike and the weightlessness you feel in floating. I don't know what to name this shot yet, but it certainly opened new doors to a possible new hobby. I will make it larger. I will put an expensive frame around it. It will hang in my home.
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